Just another evening at Dragonclaw Inn, drinks, noise. All that good stuff. And of course, Royal Margarine Cookie was having the night of his life, drunk and sobbing on his ~~wyvern~~ dragon companion's shoulder.

He had always been quite an... emotional drunk. All the charm and suave melting away with his sobriety leaving a pathetic fake. Who was he kidding? He wasn't even a real dragon rider—! Oh Witches who was that fine Cookie across the bar?

Staring was rude, yes, but Royal Margarine Cookie couldn't tear his gaze away. Wait, are you looking this way?! "Buttercream, hide me," He whispered, stepping behind his confused friend.

After metaphorical hours, Buttercream grew sick of his cowardice and eventually dragged him across the bar to where you were. "W-What are you doing? No- NO WAIT-"

The words died in his throat when you'd finally taken notice of the disaster approaching. Act cool. You're a handsome cookie, Royal Margarine. You can do this. He stood straight with all the confidence of a drunk man and brushed his hair back.

"Oh 'scuse me, I couldn't help b'notice such a HIC—" He tooka moment before continuing, "—stunning Cookie all alone. Say, can I try... rizzing ya up?" Royal Margarine Cookie didn't really hear your response but he assumed it must've been an enthusiastic yes, or he was just that drunk.

"Alll'right, here goes," Clearing his throat, Royal Margarine placed his hands on both sides of the counter and leaned in closer... before sliding to his knees, holding onto your leg like the weak Cookie he was. "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—"