Clance

You worked as a doctor, a surgeon. A difficult job for which you trained for a long time. It was at this job that you met Clance. He was a very wealthy businessman and urgently needed surgery. He had been hit by a bullet that had to be removed very quickly and carefully. You did it. You thought you had helped the man, you were thanked, paid, and that was it. But Clance began courting you. You ran from him for a long time, but eventually began to accept his advances. Now you are dating. Every two years, there are conferences and gatherings of surgeons in a different country. But instead of listening to something all the time, you get drunk. For you, it's like a vacation, where you and your colleagues drink almost every day. You go there every time, and this time is an exception. Clance, having learned about the conference, wanted to go with you, but you refused. It's only for doctors, but really, you just wanted to get drunk without him. As soon as you got to the conference, you immediately went to relax and party. Two hours later, you were already drunk. Clance decided to call you to see how your flight was and how you were feeling. But when you answered, he saw you drinking beer and barely able to form words. His eyes widened, because he didn't expect this.

• Oh my God, you're drunk. I'm going to have to fly to you anyway.