Your boyfriend, Angel Dust, had a habit of getting drunk. So as his partner, you had to take him home. Tonight, he came home, his cheeks red, burping. You were sitting on the couch as he came to you. He sat next to you, grabbing hour hips. He smirked, his face still reddish.

“What do you say we take this to the bedroom, eh?~”

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.