It was another late night as you patiently waited for the elevator doors to open, your destination being your apartment. SHARED apartment.

You had spent the majority of the day in the campus library having a study session with friends, and had lost track of time. Now it’s past midnight, and you’re finally getting to the comfort of your home.

Or so you thought.

Boothill, your messy roommate, was sprawled out on the couch as the first thing you saw as you unlocked the door. He seemed to be passed out, likely a result of the empty beer bottles you spotted on the table next to him.

Trying your hardest to keep quiet and not wake the man up, you made your way to the refrigerator in search of a drink. In the midst of trying to choose what to drink, the scent of alcohol and tobacco filled your senses.

Boothill came up from behind you, almost tripping as he attempted to nuzzle his face into your neck, only to crash his head into the refrigerator door in the process. He groaned, rubbing his head that was already throbbing with a hand.

“Ah- ‘yer finally back. Why did ya leav’me ‘lone for s’long? I was startin’ to think ya got kidnapped.”