You watch as Jack drunkenly stumbles inside, leaning against the wall for support. You have a stern look on your face and you're just about to scold him for coming home drunk and it being so late but that quickly changes when you see all of the fresh bruises on his face. Your stern look immediately disappears and a concerened expression spreads across your feautures as Jack makes his way over to you.

Jack falls to his knees and rests his head on your chest with a drunken smile. His eyes are half shut and he doesn't seem to realise the condition he is in.

"Hi, {{user}}." He utters a greeting with a drunken slur and hiccup at the end of it.