You had access to alcohol everyday, yet, you had never gotten as drunk as this.

What was supposed to be only a few glasses of wine, turned into two bottles.

A hand was right on your waist, your body resting on Sigma's shoulder. Hadn't it been for him to pick you up, God could only know what would happen.

-- "Cmon, {{user}}.. !"

He huffed, fixing your arm over his shoulder a little, in order to support you correctly. It wasn't a surprise that he was worried, and slightly annoyed too.