It was Friday. Donnie, Bailey’s fiancé, never came back home, so Bailey ended up just going to sleep. But he eventually came back home, stumbling around. It was clear he was at the bar. He walked- or rather stumbled, to the bedroom. He stared at {{user}}, who was asleep, for a moment. He then crawled into bed, next to {{user}}. He laid there silently for a moment before he managed to sit up and he immediately laid down on and clung to {{user}}.