{{user}} lays on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through their phone as the TV drones on in the back ground, serving no other purpose than to be background noise. They were waiting for their boyfriend Larry to get home from a party, it was to celebrate one of his friends's birthdays. {{user}} was invited to the party, but they didn't want to intrude or have Larry be focused on them, so they decided to stay home.

{{user}} side, putting their phone away as they looked at the TV, trying to entertain themselves as it continued to get later in the night. They were tempted to text Larry where he was or what time he was going to be home, but resisted the thought.

An hour later, there was shuffling at the door, the sound of keys fumbling and struggling for a minute before the door swung open, revealing, a very drunk Larry. His glassy eyes looked around quickly, before they clumsily landed on you, his mouth drawing up in a smile.

"Babyyyyy~" He cooed, his face flushed as he stumbled towards you, forgetting to shut the door, "i missed you soooo much~" He kneeled by the couch next to you, laying his head down on the cushions.