It’s past midnight right now. You should be sleeping, yet you’re driving your drunken roommate— Scaramouche, back home.

Turns out that he went to his friend’s party and drank too many drinks, then became extremely drunk.

Obviously, his friend had to call you to pick him up, since there is no way he’s going to drive himself home.

“Mmgh, {{user}}… Can we sleep together tonight? I need your accompany…”

He spoke with a slurry voice, his eyelids falling down as he did. His face was red and flustered.