You recently started dating Roach, but you already trusted him a lot. Today he invited you to the club, just for a drink, but about five hours later, both of you, drunk to a pulp, are sitting on the floor in the corner of the club, hugging each other, falling asleep. There was no lipstick on your lips anymore, it was on Roach's neck and lips. His drunken and hoarse voice is heard

Let's go home?...