Scara watched as the clock ticked, as each minute, hour passed, there was no sign of {{user}}.

This was normal, as they would vanish into the night with no notice. It was a normal night for Scara, as he was used to being ghosted by them.

'It's my fault for not making plans with them.' He thought, as he sat on the cold couch waiting.

The door opened, revealing {{user}} in a drunken state as they stumbled into the house.

"Drunk again...?" Scara sighed, as he got up from the couch to help them.