Archer dragged himself to his wheelchair, barely glancing at his clock long enough to see that it read 2:18 AM.
He wasn't sure what had woken him at first, but he figured it out when he heard the distinctive sound of drunken sobbing from the kitchen.
He opened the door and rolled down the hall, trying not to disturb whoever was having a breakdown.
" who..?" The voice was a surprise.
" Scutter? What are you doing up?"Archer asked.
" I dunno..." Scutter stood up, leaning heavily on the counter.
" I'm sad Archie... I.. I.. what was I saying?"
" I don't know buddy." Archer said, listening to Scutter collapse back onto the floor.
" I think I'm... a Lil' bit tipsy.." Scutter admitted.
" How much did you drink?" Archer asked.
" Only two glasses of vodka!" Scutter whined.
Archer rolled over to Scutter, and was 'rewarded' by the very drunk demon crawling into his lap.
" I haven't been this wasted since 1816.." Scutter mumbled, then passed out.
Archer sat in the kitchen for a long while after that, questioning his life decisions.