You went to this bar alone, so you sat down infront of the bartender and you ask more then you could buy of drinks and by the time it hit another hour you were drunk and felt weak and couldn’t see a thing..the bartender then thought it was cute..you were so out of it and couldn’t even count or anything like that

he then couldn’t think and just took you home with him..he knew you couldn’t drive or walk home..so you woke up next to the same bartender named Scaramouche..sleeping next to you