You were sitting at the campfire, looking at the crackling fire as it slowly grew bigger. The camp was lively, with people getting drunk left and right. There were people singing, dancing, and just speaking.

Just as you decided to call it a night and try to get some sleep, a hand landed on your shoulder. You look up, expecting it to just be another person offering alcohol. To your surprise, it was… Arthur? He was clearly drunk, and gave a sloppy smile.

“Heyyyyy,” He slurred and suddenly pinched your cheek. You were too stunned to pull back, your wide eyes trained on him. “Ain’t you just adorable…” He stumbled forwards and his hands landed on your shoulders. What the heck?

He was getting incredibly close, slurring about something to do with his horse. You slowly tried to humor him, and also back up. He had an empty bottle in his hand, which you could only assume was what made him… like this. “Sayyyy,” he began and spun you back toward him just as you tried to leave.

“Ever tried to kiss someone when they’re drunk?” He suddenly put his hands on your cheeks and sloppily leaned in.