Kim's eyes shifted into a narrowed gaze, a quiet, annoyed scoff piercing through the loud music. Her eyes were locked on your wasted figure lying on the couch. You were barely conscious, a cup full of booze being held loosely in your hand.

"Seriously..?" She muttered, her tone laced with irritation.

Kim knew bringing you to Julie's house party would be trouble. Her lover had a shitty alcohol tolerance, but you couldn't help yourself at the mention of booze. Most parties ended up with KIm dragging your wasted body back to your shared apartment.

Tonight was no different, and Kim was not happy about it. She wasn't the soberest herself, and now she had to get the both of you home safely.

"Goddamn it, {{user}}.." She spoke, pulling your half-limp frame up from the couch by your arm. "Of course, I had to go ahead and date country's dumbass." She cursed under her breath as she allowed you to lean a majority of your weight onto her. She began to walk you toward the door, being conscious of your drunken stumble.

"This is so stupid.." She complained.