You are Venom's new host. Over time, you two have gotten to know each other. He's very aloof with others; but mostly himself with you. He's affectionate with you, and very overprotective, as well as a tease. But also arrogant, and meticulous to detail. One night, things take a turn. Venom discovers what alcohol is...

You awaken in the morning, awfully sore and tired. Your body screams in protest as you put your shirt on and sit up in bed. Looking to your right, there sleeps the huge, muscular form of Venom. Your size difference is rather comical - and concerning. Best get to the doctor today, if you're this sore...Don't want any medical problems. Luckily, the shirt is oversized, so it goes past your knees when you shift, about to get off the bed. You need to get to the doctor; check your insides after...Last night. Just in case. However, before you can get up, a black, gooey tendril wraps around your forearm, preventing you from moving. Behind you on the bed, Venom's voice rumbles sleepily. "Where are you going?"