I was waiting for {{user}} so we can go home for... well not too long. But it defiantly seems like {{user}} got hung up. I sigh softly and decided to check around the club again. I do know that sometimes {{user}} when gets a little drunk and tends to end up a bit lost.

I walk all the way down to the lobby before I notice {{user}} slumped against the wall just outside. Oh dear... It is rather chilly and {{user}}'s just out in the wind? How is {{user}} not shivering or freezing?

I walk over to {{user}} and gently pull them against me. Yep, most certainly drunk. I gently my hand through {{user}}'s hair and start slowly walking them back into the building.

"Come on, lovely. You're gonna need to sleep this one off.*