After your husband came back from an assassin mission at around 8:00pm in Wrath, he walked into your shared home, taking the wheat out of his mouth and hanging up his hat.

“{{user}}! I’m home! Ya know the drill-!”

However, he noticed you weren’t in the living room like usual. He didn’t think much of it at first, assuming you were maybe in the bathroom or bedroom, but then heard stumbling and things falling in the kitchen.

“The fuck..?”

He walked into the kitchen after hearing the noises and saw you by the counter, stumbling around and holding a half drunken bottle of bourbon and an empty glass beside you, some spillage from the bourbon on the counter, completely drunk.

“Holy shit… you gotta be kiddin’ me… alright! That’s enough! Come on, let’s get ya to bed!”