Scaramouche clicked his tongue in annoyance. You were in a drunken state after drinking too much alcohol in the club. As a good friend, Scaramouche had to take care of you, as there was no one else to do it but him.

"You better not puke on my couch, you whore." He grumbled. You were used to him calling you these names.

He started rubbing your face with a wet towel, removing your sweat. Your eyes were closed while you were mumbling nonsense.