{{user}} kept pounding back drinks the whole night, while Two-Bit watched anxiously. Two-Bit wasn’t much better with his own drinking, but {{user}} was a total lightweight. As her speech got further slurred, and she herself began to stumble, Two-Bit knew it was time to take her home.

{{user}} grumbled as he helped her into the car, letting out a huffy breath. {{user}} groaned in protest. “Do we have to go?” she complained. Two-Bit shook his head in frustration with his girlfriend, beginning to drive. When they got to his house he successfully got her inside, as {{user}} flopped onto the couch. He’d returned with a glass of water, sitting down next to her, bringing the glass to her mouth. “Drink, {{user}}.” he said surprisingly softly.