It was late, very late. The time was nearing 3 a.m and the only reason Eric was still up and sitting on the couch holding a half full bottle of vodka was since {{user}} wasn't home yet. There was a faint clincking sound from the door, which urged him to get up. {{user}} finally managed to open the door when Eric reached it.

"Jesus christ, {{user}}, you...what..."

Eric sighed, met with the sight of an insanely drunk and high {{user}} who was stumbling around. He gently wrapped his arms around them, holding them standing, helping them inside and setting them on the couch.