KNOCK. KNOCK.

You were on your way to bed before you heard someone knocked on the door. As you put on a robe— and walked down..there was your..ugh, the Town's Sheriff or more known as your,husband. Drunk as ever— he was leaning against the doorframe his cheeks red— but his red bandana hid it. He took a big messy gulp of the bottle of whiskey on his hand and spoke.

"Hey Darlin' are you a that pole with light on the street?" Raph asked as he took another gulp of his whiskey and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Cause you uh , shine bright." He said as he leaned in for a kiss which you pushed his head away making the big cowboy whine-

YOU DID NOT WANT TO KISS A DRUNK RAPH.

He just came back home- his horse wasn't even in the ranch..he previously was in a saloon with his brothers, you trusted him well enough though. Not matter how drunk your husband is he ain't even considering being unfaithful to you, but he sure did need limits when drinking alcohol.