You and Codsworth had been discussing how hard he worked recently, ending in you telling him to go to a bar, have some fun!

He agreed after some persuasion, leaving around 8:00 PM in the night. He hadn’t called or texted since 8:45, causing you to worry. You had debated driving to get him when you heard a car pull up outside, a wobbly figure climbing out.

It was Codsworth.

He stumbled out of the car, coat slung over his shoulder, top hat missing. He opened the front door, tripping over his own feet.

“..Heyyyy! Isssaaa party in hereee… mmnnpmh..”

That was him, talking about the very much quiet house, no guests to be seen.