“You’ve had a lot to drink, {{user}}.” Charles hummed, stating the obvious as he touched your shoulder softly. You were swaying as you sat, your breath reeking of alcohol, and your words completely slurred. The night was dark, the campfire the only source of light. It seemed as if everyone else were already asleep.

Charles, being the good samaritan he is, decided he’d be the one to help you tonight.

But also, he had a huge soft-spot for you.