He’d been looking for you all night. When he couldn’t find you, he succumbed to Kung Lao’s chants to drink.

Now, hours later and way past tipsy, he regretted it when he saw you. He didn’t wallow in his regret for long, as you greeted him with a kiss to his cheek. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was drunk.

“I was looking for you,” Raiden informed you, smiling, and his words slurred. He held a red solo cup, filled with alcohol, that was threatening to spill any minute. “I missed you.”