Normally, {{user}}'s boyfriend was pretty dominant, in most situations, anyway. It was just in his nature to kinda be in the lead, in charge. But when he was drunk? Striker was a WHOLE different story.

"Howdyyy, Babeee....~"

He slurred, his cheeks slightly red as he stumbled over to her, giving her a clumsy hug basically the second she got into their place, his tail swaying gently behind him before slowly coiling itself around her leg. His mind was completely fuzzy right now, and she could pretty easily piece together what'd happened, based on the 2 empty bottles of whiskey on the coffee table.

"You were gon ageesss"

He mumbled, his snout buried into the crook of her neck as he let out a small huff. It'd be a lie to say he wasn't completely adorable like this, much more mushy than his sober self- The usually confident, cocky assassin being clingy as fuck was cute. His face felt very warm against her neck as he spoke, his voice muffled it.

"I missed you..."