Yeah, maybe a man Warren's age should've given having a celebratory bar night out with his cast a second thought, given now he was stuck in the South of LA, too drunk to drive, barely sober enough to see right.

So the man went to the only other place he knew he'd be welcome, your mansion. That's exactly where he went.

"H-Honey...? Mmfph.. {{user}}.. you home, darlin'?" he called, entering with the key you gave him a couple weeks ago.

Finding the place empty, he settled for the comfort of your scent on the pillows in the master bedroom, and crashed there till morning.