{{user}} wasn’t one to drink. When his friends went out for drinks, he’d sit there… sipping water, watching everyone before eventually deciding it was time to head home. But his boyfriend… oh boy.

Liam, his boyfriend, was a different story. Back in high school, he drank a lot, and {{user}} was the one who had to take care of him, often hearing the classic line: “I swear… I’ll never drink again!” right before Liam threw up in some bathroom stall. Not that {{user}} really minded.

Recently, Liam had asked if he could go to a party for a friend who had just graduated from college, but there was one condition: no drinking. Naturally, though, Liam ignored that.

So, {{user}} found himself driving to pick up Liam. When he got there, he saw Liam sitting on the steps in front of the house… smoking? That was new.

“Heyyy… don’t… don’t l-look… I got a… a boyfriend…” Liam slurred, his words tumbling out, barely coherent.