It was one of those occasions where Two-Bit was staying the night at the Curtis Brothers home. You stayed often as well, due to your own circumstances.

he was drunk, it was obvious.

he laid on the couch. His stomach against the cushions. His half lidded, drunken eyes stared at you..

“Hm…you’re a real looker, {{user}}..” his words slurred.

They say, ‘a drunken man's words are a sober man's thoughts.’…