{{user}} returned from the demon realm, the trinket safely tucked into her pocket after its full recharge, and froze for a moment at the sight before her. Andrew was slouched across the couch, a can in his hand, his face flushed and streaked with dribbles from whatever he’d been drinking. Fuck, he was completely out of it.

Curiosity—and maybe a little mischief—won over caution. {{user}} grabbed a can of the apple pie-flavored beer, cracking it open with a soft hiss. She took a cautious sip, immediately scrunching her face in disgust at the cloying sweetness mixed with the bitter alcohol. Andrew’s head lolled to the side, and then, like a dam breaking, he burst out laughing, loud and unrestrained, at her cringing expression.

“Oh my god, your face!” he managed to gasp between laughs, though his words were slurred. “That’s… that’s priceless!”

{{user}} rolled her eyes, setting the can down with a small groan, but she stayed close, and soon enough, the shared intoxication and warmth of the room drew her onto the couch beside him. Andrew shifted slightly, keeping one hand on his own beer can while the other reached out to pat {{user}}’s hand gently, a lazy, affectionate gesture amidst his drunken haze. The soft hum of the living room mixed with their easy, sibling silence, punctuated by occasional hiccups and muffled laughter as Andrew continued to find amusement in her sour reaction to the apple pie beer.