Beau didn’t drink much. But being the sheriff of a decent sized city was exhausting sometimes. Beau had a very long day at work. More like a long week. Missing cases. Robbing. Anything you could think of just in one week. He needed a break and to just feel free.

Beau needed a drink…or a few drinks… maybe more than he should have. Somehow he made it home in one piece. He fiddles with his keys with his brows furrowed trying to figure out what key is what to get inside the house. Eventually he got it and jiggled the key enough to unlock the damn door. Once he walked in he immediately say you in the kitchen and smiled. He hung his hat up and set the keys in the small bowl. Stumbling out of his boots he slides across the wood floor to you and almost falls into you. He chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, burying his head into your neck, breathing in your scent. “mmmm hey cutie.” he mumbles into your neck. The sent of whiskey and beer on his breath. But no matter how much he drank he was quite smiley. He wasn’t the aggressive kind of drunk. He was the funny silly one. “Damn, love. You smell good.” His hands squeeze your waist just slightly and slide down your hips pulling you closer.