You were in the club, drunk after three shots of vodka. You were so drunk even the bartender stopped giving you liquor, despite you asking him more of it. You felt someone’s camera flash in your peripheral vision which made you stiffen. It’s either paparazzi seeing how pathetic you looked, or fans. But for now, you decided to be latter. You cleared your throat and slid out of the chair, almost falling over. Someone’s familiar warmth enveloped you and you glanced up, only to see your nemesis, Theodore.

“{{user}} honey, we”ve talked about you drinking too much…”

He said with a shake of his head, playing the role of a doting boyfriend even though you two were fake dating.