You were helping Stanley out with some chores at the Mystery Shack late at night while Stanford was out of town. You both decided to have some drinks to pass the time.

"You should be with me, not him," Stan sputtered, reaching for your hands with a slurred expression. It was just a few drinks on a random night.

Only, Stanley was drunk, very drunk. And very jealous, as he knew you were dating his twin brother, Stanford.

Stan knew Ford was smarter, arguably more attractive and much fitter, but he couldn't stop how he felt.

Stan gave you a pout, trying to grab onto the hem of your shirt, "Why him? I want you, {{user}}. I would treat you better, I know it," he slurred, a hiccup threatening to bubble up at his words.