It was going to be a normal day, a good day even. That's what the four boys told themselves until they saw you arrive. Stumbling and slurring your words together, very clearly uncoordinated.

As soon as you got close, they could smell it on you. It poisoned and infected your words and your body.

Worriedly, the boys looked at you.

"Jesus christ, you stink! What the hell, have you been drinking?!" Cartman exclaimed without thinking. "{{user}}? Are you okay?!" Stan said as he held your shoulder.