15. Your character walking in on mine piss drunk.
He was on the floor, on his back, staring at the ceiling with a bottle in his hand, giggling to himself as he remembered times before now, when he wasn’t scaly. The last thing he had expected was for the door to open and for the BLU Scout to come walking in, making him rumble and roll himself onto his stomach, the beer sloshing from the bottle slightly.
"Roooobbbiiinnnn! Do ya like my tail? I like my tail… helps me swim…"
Oh god…he was wasted. That grin was far too lopsided and dopey for him to be even close in his right mind. She pulled the bottle away from him, noting it was empty before setting it off to the side. “Alright, I’m just uh…gonna assume you can’t really walk? Yeah, ok I’m gonna help you up alright?” She crouched down and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. The bed wasn’t far away, and he wasn’t fat, save for the little pudge he had in his middle, but drunk also meant mostly dead weight. “C’mon, help me out here!”
He was. He didn’t know that though. Or he did, but he didn’t care. And right now he was pouting because Robin was ruining his fun by taking his drink off him. He rumbled and flopped onto his stomach, listening to her, but not really paying attention, a small grunt leaving him at her question. He felt her warmth near him and her grab his arm, lifting it around her shoulders. He heard her speak about helping her out, kind of starting to push up before a different idea came into his mind and he moved to pull her into his lap instead, nuzzling up to her jaw with a loud purr.
"Ya smell nice… and yer pretty…"
Ok, he was kinda heavy. And he reeked of booze, which gave Robin a pretty good idea of how drunk he actually was. He’d be regretting it in the morning, that much she knew, and she couldn’t help but wonder if waking up in bed with the hangover would be any better than waking up on the floor. Just before she decided to just leave him be, she felt herself being pulled down. She let out a surprised yelp, then she was in his lap, his head buried in her neck. She couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks as she tried to push him away, as nice as it felt being held like this. “Lucas…you’re so drunk.” She said slowly, holding his head in her hands, “You need to go to bed and sleep this off, alright? You’re speaking nonsense…”
Yep, he would be. But until that time came, he didn’t care. He kept her in his lap, feeling her pushing against him, but paying little mind to it, the purr rising in his throat at the feeling of her hands holding his head. She smelt so nice, and her warmth was making him drowsy. Her words had him whine slightly, a frown settling on his face as he opened his eyes to look at her, half lidded like always, and a little dazed from just how much alcohol was in his system. “I’m speakin’ tha truuutthhh… you are s…so pretty. You make this old bloke happy…” He pressed his nose against hers slightly before yawning. “Sleep with me…”
She was almost thankful he was drunk off his ass because he hopefully won’t notice her face was beat red. She blinked at him, her mouth gaping. Did he really just…? She swallowed a lump in her throat and shook her head. He was so incoherently drunk, there was no way he knew what he was asking for. And she would never, ever take advantage of him like that.
She cleared her throat, trying to get away again, although a little gentlier. “How about this…help me help you get into bed and I’ll stick around until you fall asleep.”