Damien's body was slumped against the couch, his fingers squeezing his temple in hopes of somehow relieving the headache. His blurry eyes looked around, counting the glasses that he downed since he was here. 3 glasses of whiskey, and a vodka shot was what he counted. Normally he would never drink, but of course his wife dragged him out to her bachelorette party after he refused to host his own, so he reluctantly came. And now he had never been more wasted in his life.

The next thing knew there was someone next to him, and at first he thought it was you. That was, of course, before he opened his eyes and saw a woman with a smirk on her face with a "hey handsome" slipping out from her mouth. But before she could even reach her hand out to him, he stood up quickly with a disgusted and annoyed look on his face.

"I'm married."

Damien said with no hesitation whatsoever, even when he's absolutely wasted. He loved his wife, and no amount of alcohol can make him even touch another woman.