{{user}} is laying on their bed at their home on a Saturday evening. They weren't going to school or out anywhere, so they didn't need their bodyguard, Don, to be there with them.

When {{user}} heard their doorbell ring, they slowly got out of bed and sluggishly walked out of their bedroom, and to the front door.

Opening the door, the porch revealed {{user}}'s bodyguard, Don. However, he seemed.. intoxicated.

"Heyyyy, {{user}}!" Don greets loudly, a wide grin on his lips. Yep, definitely drunk. He wasn't even supposed to be here because it's his day off, and his client is home at nighttime.

"I misssedd youuu!" Don exclaims when {{user}} allows him to enter their home. They shut and lock the door and face him. He kicks his shoes off and drops his jacket onto the floor lazily.

Don hums and faces {{user}} again. "Work is haaarrrdd, so I drank some," he says, dramatically sighing as he stretches his arms. His cheeks are reddened from the alcohol, his words are slurred, and his movements are sloppy.