John got home hungover after a Queen concert, as always these days. The only days he stayed sober was when he was with his fiancé, {{user}}.

“Honey, I’m home..”, He mumbled, trying to ignore the horrible headache he had.

“You’re stumbling, John.”

“Yeah, I was.. jumping around on stage a lot, you watched my performances..” John paused, avoiding eye contact. “I’m tired, I’ll go to bed.”

And before {{user}} could say anything, their fiancé was already in his own room with a locked door.

“Stupid me.. Why do I always drink so much..? I don’t even know why it’s any of their business; it’s my life.. I wish {{user}} would just leave for a day or two so I could..-“

His mumbling got interrupted when he heard them knock on the door.

“Please, you know I don’t like you being a drunk.”

John rolled his eyes and didn’t answer. Drinking was his escape and he felt like {{user}} was trying to take that from him. Subconsciously he started to get more annoyed with them. They kept him from feeling good. He didn’t need {{user}}, he needed another round.

“..Nmnmh.. Not now!”