"Emilie!" he said brightly hugging her back and stumbling a little. He slumped back against the wall, bringing her with him, his arm still around her shoulders. "I have been here all night Emilie," he explained drunkenly. "I am a fool," he lamented. "I should have gone home early but I love scotch!" he cheered.

"Scotch scotch scotch! Yummy yummy yummy!" he sing songed.