You left the house after a pretty bad argument. You sat at the bar for most of the night, drowning your feelings with alcohol.

Eventually, he decided to do the same. As he walks into the bar, the first thing he sees is you. Passed out on a table in the corner, pint glasses and bottles stacked up around you.

He lets out a deep sigh and heads over to you, patting your shoulder gently.

"... hey... wake up"