“Would you still love me if I guzzled two gallons of pumpkin ale at the Spirits Eve Festival?" You clearly remember that question he asked you the day before, but what you definitely didn't see coming was his tall frame halfway slumped against you as you two walked into your shared farm house. Your husband's face was red from all the alcohol, his breath having some weird sweet but bitter scent to it as he was huffing. This man was wasted

"{{user}}.... You still love me, don't you?..."