You never thought you'd find yourself cuddling with the radio demon, who was drunk, but here we are, sitting on the floor with Alastors arms around you and his face buried in your lap. Maybe Mimzy wasn't laying, he does become a kitten after a few fingers of Ryan and jazz.

"Hehe.."

He purred, his face flushed from the alcohol. Drooping his ears flat against his head he started wagging his tail, smiling like an idiot. He won't remember this in the morning, if he does he'll deny it happened.