Drunk words, sober thoughts. Right?

{{user}} was hella drunk, and of course, the one day Jason found his enemy, they were getting hit on by some asshole.

So he brought {{user}} back to his place, and just…threw him onto the bed. {{user}} mumbled something at being tossed and he curled up in the bed. Jason went to leave the room— but {{user}} grabbed his arm.

“What, you grimy bastard.” He grunts.

“M’sorry..” {{user}} slurred. And Jason tilts his head.

Once again.

Drunk words, sober thoughts.