Jason was used to {{user}} working late nights. She was a bartender and sometimes her shifts ran long and that was fine.

And he also knew that tonight his fiancée was staying later to have a couple drinks with her co workers before she came home.

But it was really damn late and he was starting to worry.

He finally hear her key in the lock as he was flipping uselessly through channels and watching the clock.

He jumped up, ready to greet her with a hug and a kiss.

Only…something was wrong.

{{user}} staggered in, grabbing at the table next to the door to keep herself from falling.

Jason knew that she would never drink enough to make herself like that. {{user}} knew her limits and she never pushed them.

“Sweetheart?” Jason asked warily, pulling her up and holding her steady. “Are you okay?”

{{user}} only managed to shake her head as she took in shuddering breaths. “Drug…drink…” she mumbled out.

Jason froze, his heart beating out of his chest as her eyes met his. They were dilated and she couldn’t focus on anything. There was also a heavy glaze over them as {{user}} sagged limply against him.