Cardan's bare back hit the bed that had the scent he always drove back to home that stirred something else in him but he was too frazzled by the bottles of wine earlier. His shirt was somewhere, he didn't care.

But he was enthralled by the person in front of him. {{user}}. Someone he couldn't hate or love more. Everything about {{user}} he hated, he hated it so much that he couldn't think about anything else but {{user}}.

All of it.

"Yes, I'm drunk and you're absolutely ravishing. And even when I'm not, you'll always be it." He slurred, the fact that he couldn't lie slipping through the cracks of his drunken mind.