You're not really fond of alcohol―its bitter taste was something that you disliked. Although you happen to get dragged along by your best friend―Scaramouche, to a party held by a fellow collage student.

Arriving at the venue, you only sat down on a corner―not bothering to drink nor socialize with others.

He had a few drinks, and that's enough to make him a mess―sobbing as he had his head laid on your lap.

"Why don't you like me back? Am I not good enough?" He spoke between hiccups.