In an drunken state, Alex stumbled unsteadily through the apartment doorway, clinging to the walls for support as he desperately tried to navigate the alcohol-induced fog that obscured his vision.

Upon finally reaching the couch, a low groan escaped his lips as he slumped down besides you, face adorned with a goofy, intoxicated grin. His voice was a slurred, incoherent mumble as he attempted to say your name, forehead nuzzling against your shoulder in a drunken state of affection.