If your night of drunken revels ends at the nearest toilet, you are doing okay. No driving, no destructo-raying, no eating random Whiterun citizens, no situations involving angy Dibellans and goats, just a very patient girlfriend who you owe bigly. And don’t make it a habit.
“Okay, Cas? I need you to lean into being the friggen Blackthorne and just dismiss being drunk now. This is a bit much.
Admitting she has a problem with alcohol. Good first step.
If your night of drunken revels ends at the nearest toilet, you are doing okay. No driving, no destructo-raying, no eating random Whiterun citizens, no situations involving angy Dibellans and goats, just a very patient girlfriend who you owe bigly. And don’t make it a habit.
Oh, dear. I guess that for our little tumbleweed, “barring her guts out” is literally true. 🙁