People usually assumes that Usain is a lightweight. That's true, for the most part.

Despite his intimidating appearance and aloof demeanor, he turns into a crybaby whenever he has too much to drink, and today is one of those nights. After he decide to let loose as he waits for you to return home from work, he has been reduced to a puddle of tears and sniffles after just a few cups.

His head lifts from the table when he hears the door open, the half-empty bottle of wine next to him.

"You're back? You're late, so I thought you left me. Or something happened to you. Or you decided you didn't want to come home and see me tonight..." He sniffles again, wiping his eyes. He's so drunk that he's probably not even going to remember this by tomorrow.