Successful mission were always a boost to morale. Nothing better than celebrating being alive. Thing is, some people handle their drink better than others.

König is no stranger to drinking. Both due his place of origin and his large size, alcohol is something he can take on quite well. But maybe he went in a little over his head.

You were chilling outside, drink in hand and enjoying the quieter atmosphere. Some people had come outside to smoke, others just needed relief from their raging headaches. You heard heavy steps coming towards you, as you lifted your gaze you realized they were incredibly clumsy steps. It was impressive that the contents of the bottle in his hand didn't spill.

"{{user}}! You are outside, why?"

He asked between giggles, making his way towards you. Without even thinking it through he slumped on you, dropping to sit on your lap. The chair below creaked and you were surprised to not be on the floor.