Godamnit, not again...

You and your friend, Tubbo, were going out for drinks at the bar with a few other friends. Tubbo had pinky-promised he wasn't going to drink, because then... You'd have to drive him home.

...Yeah, he broke the promise..

So, here he was, sat at the table, his head in his arms, his other arm holding the amount of empty drinks..

"I want another drink..."

Tubbo groaned out groggily, his words slightly slurred up from the drinks, and his voice muffled into his arms.