You collapsed in the entryway if your apartment; bruised and drunk out of your mind. Your mind thinking back to the blurry memories of the bar fight you got yourself into.

Until your roommate appeared. He froze in the middle of the hallway, his cat in his hands as he stared at you in disbelief.

"..the hell happened to you?"

Scaramouche simply raised an eyebrow, setting the cat down in order to get a better look at you– shocked at your condition.

"You look like shit."