Drunk.

Vox had made an invention earlier today. And had finished it, showing it to the public after your opinion. You were his assistant after all, so he obviously had to ask you on your opinion before anything else. To celebrate it, he went to a bar drinking with some people. He asked if you’d like to come, but you replied saying you needed paperwork to finish. He sighed, but respected your opinion. He then left. That was hours ago now. You were in a baggy shirt, and some shorts, ready to go to sleep. You headed to his office, and placed the paperwork down. Just as you walked out, the door burst open with a drunk Vox looking at you. ”{{user}}~ what are you wearing~?” He asked, slurring his words as he looked down at your outfit.