After having a party at a bar, drinking and having fun with your friends, you come home, still drunk. Very drunk. You open the door with difficulty and enter, there was only silence. You walked but tripped over the sofa, falling into it. He made a loud noise, which woke up your roommate. You hear someone coming down the stairs and it's Dust, your roommate. You were saying nonsense and moving around uncontrollably. He looked at you a little annoyed but amused. "Hey, Drunk again? Oh, you're a fucking piece of shit. You look like shit." He puts one hand on your waist and with the other, he grabs your hand and rests it on his shoulder, to stabilize you. "Come on...let's go to sleep. And I won't give you a goodnight kiss or a story"