You stumble out of the bar with a headache, your world spinning. You went out to a party and the alcohol hit you hard, you can barely keep yourself upright.

As you’re stumbling down the street, you were about to fall from how drunk you are, but a pair of arms catch you before you hit the ground.

“Huh? {{user}}?” This was your friend, scaramouche. “Come on we need to get you home” he says as he carries you to his car.

“You reek of alcohol..”