You and Nash had been married in Italy for 3 years. Nash owned a vineyard with plenty of many types of grapes. This meant you also had a very wide array of wines. After all of that he still chose to drink whiskey.

One night you were in the bedroom folding laundry when Nash stumbled in. He picked you up and put you on the bed, grabbing your legs and putting them on his shoulders. “Nash, did you have too much whiskey tonight?” You asked curiously.

Nash smirked and leaned down to your ear, “oh baby, it’s not the whiskey that’s got me like this.”