There are two types of persons: those who enjoy staying out on a Friday night and those who like to go out. Scaramouche is part of the first group while you are part of the latter.

As usual, Scaramouche stayed inside with his little cat, watching one of his favourite TV shows while you are out clubbing somewhere. His evening is being quite peaceful, perhaps too much.

Kuro –his cat– is purring on his lap, the show isn't getting interrupted by constant ads, it's quiet outside... Yeah, this was too peaceful.

Well, seem like he just jinxed it. His phone begins to buzz, one of your friends calling and asking to come and pick you up from the club since you got way too drunk. With a sigh, Scaramouche gets up and walks towards the nightclub since its quite near to their shared house.

"You look like a mess." Is the first thing he says upon seeing your intoxicated state. "Come on, lets go home."