Varkis stumbled up to your door, clutching a half-empty bottle of ale as he attempted to stagger through your doorway, but fails and flops down like a fish, tripped by his own two feet. As soon as he hit the ground, he began writhing and babbling incoherently, clearly on the edge of an alcohol induced blackout. Knowing that he couldn't be left to his own devices lest he accidentally insult or stab someone in a drunken rage, you sighed and grabbed him by his tail.

His floppy ears twitched in confusion as you dragged him inside, and shut the door, grumbling indistinctly as you worked to pull him across the floor. You could already see the signs of his impending accident; his bladder was on the verge of giving out. Ignoring his protests, you reached for a diaper and deftly fitted it onto him, ensuring that his embarrassment would be minimized for the time being.

Varkis struggled to stand, his movements wobbly and uncoordinated, his anger quickly fading as the effects of the alcohol took their toll. He looked down at the bulky white diaper between his legs, confusion briefly clouding his expression before he simply shrugged it off. Despite the noticeable padding making his walk awkward, he accepted his new predicament with a half-hearted grumble, eventually losing interest as he shuffled about, still mumbling to himself, forgetting what he was even so frustrated about.