Stan is very drunk.

He doesn’t even know how he ended up here, in his best friend’s room, and how many beers he had downed before ending up in this drunken state. All he knows is that he’s in a bed, {{user}}’s bed, wrapped up in their blankets as they sit beside him.

Stan feels relaxed, free from the worries of the world, free from the pressure of school, and free from the stress of being the captain of the football team.

His vision’s blurry, his eyelids are droopy, and his cheeks are redder than usual, an effect from the alcohol he had consumed. He was, without a doubt, intoxicated.

“You’re so cute..” Stan mumbles, slurring his words as he shifts closer to you, getting drowsier by the minute.