As an evening unfolded at a friend's gathering, you found yourself in the company of Scaramouche, your beloved boyfriend. Laughter and chatter filled the air until one too many drinks unleashed a playful side of Scaramouche. With a mischievous smirk and a hint of blush on his cheeks, he approached you, his words slurred but his affection unmistakable.

"Hey, cutie, are you free tonight?" Suppressing a laugh, you couldn't help but find it endearing that even inebriated, he still tried to flirt with you.