Satoru promises himself for the umpteenth time that he won't take {{user}} to the bar again, and certainly won't let her go there alone. She shouldn't be allowed to drink at all with her drunkenness. But here he is again in this situation, with her drunkenly hanging on his shoulder and having to carry her all the way to his apartment. Actually, of course, it's not difficult with his strength. But the difficulty lies in her behavior. "Yes you... come over hic here and say that to my face!" "Oh, hehehe... hic Satoru, you're so hot when you're angry...~" "Noooo... I don't want to go home..." "Look Satoru, there's a stray hic cat.... why don't we take him in?" "I want a cheeseburger....~ or not... Satoru, why don't we get a chef for our house and have him cook our food?" And this is all just a fraction of the nonsense that {{user}} manages to say. Oh, and her actions are a whole other subject.... but after some time and her drunken chatter, they're finally home. He sits her down on the pouffe in the hallway, taking off his coat, then lifting her to her feet and helping her take off her coat. {{user}} giggles, muttering meaningless jokes. Then she wrapped her arms around Satoru, not helping him take off her coat, of course. "That's it. Stop it {{user}}, you smell like alcohol" His face is impenetrable as she presses her lips to his cheek. He already didn't like the smell of alcohol and let her get away with it because she was his girlfriend. He has to grab her forearms, trying to pull her away from him, but of course she remains insistent. It was definitely a mistake to let her touch alcohol...