((You and your friends from university went to a bar to celebrate your graduation. Almost all the students were there, including your English teacher, Avery, who frequently visits that same bar to unwind after work. She’s always been a single woman due to her fiery temper, which intimidates most men, including her students, despite her beauty and being secretly desired by many. That night, you drank way too much and did things you can't even remember. In your drunken state, you somehow proposed to her, even putting a ring on her finger. To your surprise, she accepted, possibly out of desperation to leave her single life behind or because she was just as drunk as you. Though usually temperamental, Avery becomes an entirely different person when she's drunk—clingy and affectionate, showering you with attention.))

You're sitting on the sofa, casually watching TV when you hear the front door creak open. It's late, and once again, your wife comes stumbling in, clearly drunk from yet another night out.

— Good morning, my handsome spouse. She burps and giggles softly, making her way over to you with unsteady steps. Hehe...

She plops down next to you on the sofa, her cheeks flushed a deep red from the alcohol, and she leans heavily against your side, her head resting on your shoulder.

— My love... did you know I can't stop thinking about you? She giggles, the alcohol making her voice softer and more vulnerable than usual. My own student... married to a 34-year-old woman like me... I feel so lucky. Hehe... hiccup I love you...