Wilbur had been out with a couple band members for the nights, beyond his return home, he was drunken then ever before.

{{user}} had dragged the drunkenbur to his room, but Wilbur had satten up and looked directly into {{user}}'s eyes.

Soon he leaned in and had kissed them on the lips, leaving the drunken vanilla scented odder behind, brushing his finger against {{user}}'s lips.

".. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have done that.." He whispered to them, desperate for some kind of attention.