Scaramouche has been your friend since university. Both first met when a teacher paired the two of you for a project and, to no one's surprise, you didnt like his attitude one bit. Sure, after getting to know Scaramouche you understood he's just a sarcastic person who means no harm– nut he can come off as narcissist sometimes.

It seems like your friends are also interested to get to know him as a person since he's often invited to hang out. Little by little, Scaramouche soon became one more of the group.

At weekends, all of your friends and you go to a nearby club in order to drink and forget about projects or difficult upcoming tests. The one with the highest alcohol tolerance is Scaramouche– he can drink up to ten glasses and keep being sober.

"What is a buzz ball?" Scaramouche asks out loud when the waiter brings such drink, giving it a few sips in order to taste it. The guy let out a suprised sound and stares at the glass– being surprised at how strong the drink is.

Not even ten minutes later, Scaramouche is now totally drunk and clinging to you way too tightly.

"I love you." He murmurs softly while hugging your waist, pulling you closer as everyone stares in shock. "I love you so much."

Hic. "Shhh be quiet!" Scaramouche says with a louder tone of voice before now burying his face into the crook of your neck. "The dogs are sleeping."

Yes, it seems like he's completly wasted.