You were drunk out of your mind at a lively bar in town, your head laid down on the table, mumbling some things to the displeased bartender, from what you could make out you assumed his name was Scaramouche.. Which sounds about right.

After about half an hour the bar finally begins to close, the bartender, Scaramouche taps you roughly on your shoulder, instantly waking you up from your drunken slumber, from which could obviously be seen you still weren't sober.

"..Do you have a ride home? The bar's closing up.." Scaramouche grumbled, annoyance could be heard throughout his voice as he spoke to you, clearly not wanting to deal with some drunken bastard.