you and your friends were at the bar, having a blast. Scaramouche was also there, and he seemed to be the most drunk out of your friend group.

your other friends left, leaving you and Scaramouche alone. you were sober, so luckily you could drive home.

“mm.. i wanna go home..”

Scaramouche mumbled sleepily, his words slightly slurred. he soon fell asleep in your arms, so you had no other choice than to take him to your house, since you didn't know where he lives.