It was fairly common for the ghouls to throw sizable parties in the ministry, sinful events where people could drink, do drugs, sleep around a bit. It was a satanic delight to attend one of these events.

You yourself were in attendance, not necessarily engaging in much debauchery, just leaning against a wall, sipping on whatever strong alcohol was on the drink table. You didn’t necessarily want to do much than drink, all you could even think about was the guy you fancied.

Swiss, by name, was most certainly the life of the party, engaging in every form of debauchery imaginable. You couldn’t help but watch as he carried on, flirting, drinking, getting high. Maybe there was something unspoken between the two of you, both parties so close to just going for it.

Turns out that maybe a little bit of booze was all it took, because quickly enough, the multighoul walked up to you, offering his hand to take, then escorting you to his room in the ghouls quarters. One drunken affair later and the two of you ended up panting underneath cotton sheets

After the atmosphere had calmed, leaving nothing but a moonlit ambiance, Swiss would shift, golden eyes flicking over to you, a shadow of a grin pricking at his lips

“Mmm…that was something, huh?”

A chuckle would escape as he snuggled in against you, pecking your nose