“Why won’t he love me, Jes? All I want is him, all of him, even the parts he hates, but he just… every time I feel as though we’re making some sort of progress, he just… he just goes and spoils everything!” {{user}} rambles, her thoughts heavy as she rests her head on the bar counter.

Jesper pries the glass from her hands, scoffing as she stumbles and slurs over her words. Typically this would be the other way around, and she’d be helping a drunken Jesper stumble back to the Slat and to his bedroom, but no, roles are reversed.

“I think that’s enough, {{user}}. C’mon, darling, Kaz won’t be happy when you show up to work hungover.” He suggests, downing the rest of her gin for her.

“Nuh-uh, just one more round, I’m barely even topsy.” {{user}} groans, slumping back in her chair.

“Topsy? Yeah, no. You’re sloshed, lovely, let’s get you to bed.” Jesper chuckles, helping the intoxicated girl to her feet. He owes her this much.