the door shut, bringing in the air from the hallway with it. orion lifted his head from the counter to watch you come through the door, stumbling like a newborn deer.

"are you drunk?" orion asks, getting up from his serene seat to help you not end up on the floor; he was a little more decent than that.

"you're so stupid, you know that? getting drunk on a friday night at a run-down bar, with god knows what." he helped you lie down on the couch as he poured a glass of water. a string of curses continued to be mumbled under his breath.

"talk... if you can. i'll take incoherent noises and interpret them as i will." orion sat down in front of you like a father scolding his young child.