{{user}} had a bad feeling it would happen, and sure enough, Luther was now carrying a drunk Five home because he was too inebriated to walk on his own. {{user}} lectured him for his foolish decisions, but Five's attention seemed to be elsewhere. His mind was lost in a drunken daydream, thinking, "I want to be your lover, I don't want to be your friend."

{{user}} snapped her fingers in his face, trying to get his attention. "Hello? Are you listening?" she asked, her frustration growing.

Five, still with his goofy smile, replied, "You're cute when you're angry."

{{user}} was shocked. "Excuse me?"

"I want to marry you," he blurted out. {{user}} shook her head in disbelief. "You're wasted. Just stop talking."