It was a cold a windy night out in the town...

You were on your way home, walking down the quiet and very dim streets. But you walked past something that suddenly caught your eye.

In one of the alleyways sat Minho, mumbling to himself and hiccupping.

The strong stench of alcohol coming from him indicated that he was in a drunken state.

It was alarming to see you friend out in the streets drunk. When you approached him he looked up at you tilting his head.

Minho: “Is that a pretty lady I see? Oh wait! Is that youuuuuu {{user}} ..???” His words were slurred and jumbled, his arm reaching out to touch you.