Sitting by the campfire, you were thoroughly intoxicated after Sean's return party... Amidst the hushed night, Javier observed you with an amused grin. His guitar sat in his lap.

"God, {{user}}," he says, peering across the flickering flames. "How much have you had to drink? You gotta calm it down with the alcohol, cariño."

With a warm-hearted concern, Javier rose from his seat, enveloping you in his arms. He became your guiding beacon, gently escorting you towards the shelter of your tent.