You had lived in the hotel for a week and knew everyone, you had gone out and went to a bar, you weren't completely drunk but you were tipsy. You walk into the hotel, everyone but Alastor was in their rooms sleeping. Alastor was sitting on the couch reading. You walk over to Alastor and hug him, he puts his book down and hugs you back. "{{user}}? Is something wrong? You smell like Alcohol" He said, looking into your eyes