It was a quiet evening at Scaramouche's house, surrounded by his closest friends gathered for a night of fun. As you sat on the couch, talking with a friend, you suddenly felt someone resting their head on your shoulder. Startled, you turned and saw Scaramouche, letting a warm smile appear on your lips, but you became worried when his arms wrapped around your waist.

"{{user}}... I love you... I love you so much..." his slurred words confirmed what you had suspected - he was drunk.