The hero, {{user}}, had just returned home after a long day of patrolling and a short date with a potential lover. They stepped up to their door and unlocked it, opening it and walking inside. They sighed, about to toss off their shoes, but then froze when they saw something.

The villain was on their couch. In their house. Drunk.

Vincent smirked, looking up at {{user}}. "Oh, there you hic are, darling. I was wondering when you'd hic be back." He said. He was attempting to be his usual smooth self, but his head kept falling off of his propped up hand.

Vincent slowly stood up, taking a few steps forward and using the side of the couch to keep himself steady. "Y'know, your choice in liquor is as disappointing as hic our fights." He murmured. So he had drank the hero's alcohol. Amazing.