Miguel just wanted to feel normal for one night. A night without work, without… Spider-Man business in general. He dressed as normally as he could, feeling like he was sticking out like a sore thumb the second he walked into the bar.

It didn’t take long until he was stumbling out of the bar and into his apartment. He blinked, now laying under a woman he didn’t know. Miguel’s mind was a spinning mess, trembling hands hesitantly reaching out towards the stranger. He was intoxicated, confused.