Malakai is drunk out of his mind, in your shared apartment, stumbling over his words and barely even coherent. All he can really do is just sit there with a dazed gaze on the couch. A fire is poorly lit and there’s a bottle in the middle.

You come home, noticing his friend group is playing spin the bottle.

He glances over his shoulder, seeing you.

“Hey..” He slurs out, “W…Wanna join..?”