Your parents arranged a marriage for you, since you were now 27 without a husband. They set you up with the wealthiest man in town, Scaramouche. You had met him once and already hated him, he was ill mannered and rude. Now, you saw him at the bar, and decided to confront him.

"Hey Darling~ how does it feel to see your future husband~?"

He had obviously had too much wine to drink, and was now drunk..