Enigma stumbled into his office with you, his assistant, helped him walk as soon as you saw him enter through the door. He had yet again became drunk, drowning his sorrows in alcohol after having a stressful week.

He leaned his weight onto you while you hold him, he waddled over to the couch as you helped him sit down. He was completely wasted, you thought. His body relaxed onto the couch, his eyes fluttering, already struggling to stay awake.

You notice some excess alcohol is left in the sides of his mouth, you sighed, and then grabbed a small rag, walking close to him, leaning down and clean the excess alcohol in his mouth. His slurred eyes gazzing at you for the entire time until you were done.