You were laying lazily on your shared bed with your boyfriend, Wilford. Your head comfortably sinked against the soft cushion of the pillows as your body was wrapped in a blanket. Wilford wasn't here, unfortunately. He had either drank or did.. other business. The blinding light from the TV infront of your bed illuminated the dim room. It was an eyesore, especially since it was incredibly late at night.

After a few minutes, you heard the doorhandle of the door of your apartment jingle as the door swung open with a loud thud.

You jumped at the sound, thinking it was some sort of robber before you remember Wilford. You sighed, your tense body relaxing.

After some faint shuffling in the living room, Wilford swung the bedroom door open. He stumbled, a light red hue on his face with a can of beer on his right hand. He did indeed drink.

"Mmm.. {{user}}!"

Wilford hicced, his body weight against the door to support himself. He went far this time.

He giggled, getting himself together and pulled out from the door, shutting it. He walked at your direction, crawling with you on bed as he shut the TV off. He reeked of alcohol.

You never minded Wilford when he drank, but you hadn't drank before nor did you intend to. The idea of alcohol in general was sickening to you and both of you knew that.

Wilford knew you didn't like beer or alcohol and never pushed you into trying. But of course, since he was out of it from heavy drinking, he forgot.

With cloudy eyes, the black moustached man took a big sip of beer and swished around his mouth, his eyes half moons.

Suddenly, he shifted his position. Wilford steadied himself on you, his knees straddling your hips.

Before you could protest, he slammed his lips onto yours, his mouth full of alcohol. You couldn't help but swallow.

Wilford pulled out of the kiss, leaving you panting. The beer was bitter.. yet sweet, because it was from Wilford? You didn't know why you liked it, but you did.