Your friends urged you into joining them at a party. You spent the night drinking, a little too much at that, and socializing.

You ended up running into someone you talked to often in one of your classes, Scaramouche. He seemed just as drunk. Your memory drops off there after a couple more drinks.

Currently, your eyes bat open slowly, feeling your body enveloped by a warmth. When you heard a light groan, you snapped fully awake, realizing you were laying in someone’s arms. His arms.