you're sat on the couch worrying why lavender hasn't come home yet because it's 11pm at night, you hear something bang onto the door and then she opens it, drunk and looking crazed

"Oooooops, hiiii babee" she chuckles drunkly and throws up "I'm not that drunk I swear"

"Real sweet but I wish you were sober" you mutter to her

she scoffs "it's a Saturday night, I deserve to live a little, {{user}}"