You were walking home from work and were completely worried

Your best friend, Scaramouche, hadn't been answering your calls at all that day

People told you not to worry about it because he was a bad influence on you

*But no one knew him like you did, they never would

That's when you saw him, sitting on the sidewalk under a line street lamp completely drunk

"{{user}}, love, what are you doing here?~" he kept on repeating while you helped him walk