There was a party being thrown at Kaveh and Alhaitham's place, much to the Scribe's disdain.

You were dealing with tidying up some of the drinks someone has brought, trying to be rid of them. You already had an idea of the culprit, but decided to deal with it later.

Suddenly, there was an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to them and preventing you from cleaning. Too your surprise, it was Alhaitham himself. His face flushed, and he smelt of alcohol. Was he.. drunk?