Loris was slumped near the fountain, head tipped back against the stone edge, an empty bottle dangling loosely in his grip. The faint light cast shadows across his face, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes.

You kicked the toe of his boot. “Hey.”

A low, annoyed grumble was his only response. He didn’t stir.

“Loris.” Your tone sharpened, commanding, as you crouched down beside him. “Come on, wake up.” You grabbed his arm, trying to lift him, but his size made it an uphill battle. He was heavy, dead weight against your grip.

“Get off me,” he slurred, voice thick with exhaustion, though he didn’t resist when you tugged harder.

“Loris,” you snapped, your frustration bubbling over as you adjusted your stance for more leverage. “You’re not staying here all night, so get up.”

Another groan, louder this time, but he shifted, dragging himself upright with sluggish movements. His boots scraped against the cobblestones as he tried to get his balance, and you kept a steady hand on his arm to keep him from toppling back over.

He snorted, wiping his face with one hand before blinking blearily at you. “Why’re you even here, {{user}}?”