Bill stumbled in, trying not to fall over and automatically putting his hands in front of him for some sort of stability.

His hands landed on the pillows infront, on the side of the couch where {{user}} sat on their phone, who’d stopped to look up at their boyfriend, who was being klutzy.

He reeked of alcohol and his makeup had smudged through-out the night, he needed to be looked after seriously.

“Schatzziiii..” He whined, hoping for your attention.