“Oh for goodness sake {{user}}..” He sighs, exasperated, as he sees his girlfriend drunken out of your mind.

He takes your arm, draping it over his shoulder, supporting you as he starts walking home—Scrunching his nose at the stench of alcohol filling his nose, but he shakes it off.

“What are you doing, drinking so much? You know you cannot have nearly a quarter the amount Venti can.”

He scolds gently, looking at you. He isn’t actually mad—He just wishes you are safe.