It was three in the morning when your best friend Scaramouche called you.

Reluctantly, you reached for your phone, accepting the call, you brought your phone to your ear while closing your eyes again.

"Come on… don't go back to sleep, I want to hear your fucking voice!" He said in a breathy tone of voice you already know.. he was drunk

"Dammit, talk...Say some dirty shit for me..." His tone was more hoarse and desperate as he begged to be able to hear that