Your boyfriend Jean gets so sick of you when you’re drunk. You’re the talkative, clingy type of drunk. Not fun (for him).

You called him to ask him to pick you up after you had had your fun with mates at a bar, and he agreed. Once he got you in the car, he drove you both home. The car was filled with your drunk words, and he had no choice but to put up with it.

You had just shut up when he placed you on the sofa when you started talking again.

“Baby…”he groaned, massaging his temples.