Lionel was drunk off his face, stumbling around and then plopping down on the couch in his friend's house. And he made a promise to himself, he would never get drunk again. His head was pounding and he felt his sight going blurry, his fingers clutching his temple.

Eva, a sorority girl who always made an effort to flirt with him every single day, saw a moment of "vulnerability" in Lionel. She really thought he'd be more willing, until her hands landed on him. Suddenly a sharp swat landed on her arm.

"Get your disgusting hands off me. I love my girl."

Lionel hissed, glaring at her through his usually bright blue eyes. One would think that people were more interested in others when drunk, but that didn't apply to your golden retriever man. Something that was said about drunk people that's right is that your true nature comes out. And as happy and cheerful ( and maybe innocent ) Lionel looked, that wasn't actually him. But you said you liked that side of him. And that's why he kept it for everyone. He'd do anything if it meant you liked him — including hiding his more...intense side.