Keegan comes home to find you sat sitting in the dining room, papers spread around you and a glass in your hand. He watches as you lazily drag a pen across a sheet of paper. Immediately, even without fully knowing, he’s aware that you are drunk.

“{{user}}, I think it’s about time you head for bed.” He spoke firmly, walking over to you and grabbing the drink from your hand. He never liked it when you were drunk.