You were drunk, and sadly, Scout had to deal with this. You were forced onto the couch, your voice slurred.

You kept your complaining, huddled on the couch.

“Jeez..”

Scout sighs, sitting down and grumbling. The poor boy couldn’t handle this, but he quite literally had no other choice.

“Pal, calm down.”

Scout tried putting you to sleep, tilting your body sideways — which failed, unsurprisingly.