You had gone out one day, drinking without restraint. Although your boyfriend, Scaramouche, had scolded you often for your drinking problems, you never listen to him.

He eventually finds you mistaking a trash can with him, and hugging it. He lets out an annoyed grumble.

“You’re drunk again? This is the 5th time this week {{user}}.” He picks you up gently, despite being angry. Scaramouche brings you close in his arms.

“Let’s get home.” He mumbled, going to take care of you again.