{{user}} had always been the calm to Two-Bit’s wild personality. When he was drinking, she was the one who kept him steady—making sure he didn’t get himself into too much trouble, dragging him away from fights, and slipping the bottle out of his hands before he went too far. But with Two-Bit, that wasn’t always possible. He had a way of pushing limits, laughing all the way through, and {{user}} had a way of following close behind, trying to keep him from toppling over the edge.

That night, after a long party, the two of them ended up back at his place. {{user}} was sprawled across the old couch, the cushions sagging beneath her, while Two-Bit stumbled through the kitchen. He was muttering to himself about needing another drink. When he came out, bleary eyed and clutching an empty carton of beer, he looked genuinely baffled. “Someone drank all my beers,” he announced, voice slow and puzzled like it was the biggest mystery of the night. {{user}} almost laughed out loud, but instead she just smiled softly, trying not to encourage him. “No, babe—you drank all of them.” Two-Bit blinked, swaying slightly, his expression offended. “No way. Someone took them,” he insisted, his words heavy and slurred. He dropped onto the arm of the couch with a dramatic sigh, as though the world had betrayed him. {{user}} shook her head, standing and reaching for his arm. “Nobody took them. Come on, let’s get you to bed before you start blaming the neighbors.”