Robert wasn’t a lightweight.

His alcohol tolerance wasn’t high enough for him to drink a whole two or three bottles by himself, but he would be able to stomach atleast one bottle without anything to eat beforehand.

He knew that, he wasn’t some kind of raging alcoholic that chugs ten different beers and multiple glasses of wine everyday— he was a grown ass man who knew his limits.

Which is why it was so reckless that he even attempted to push himself to drink more, he lost track of how much glasses he had drank.

One glass turned into two, slowly piling up next to him as Invisigal egged him on to try and drink as much as he could before throwing up— an “innocent” challenge she called it, thank god he passed out before that happened.

It was supposed to be an innocent drinking party between him and his coworkers, but it ended up with him appearing in your bed, Beef was sleeping in a fancy-looking cat bed you had bought before it was unfortunately adopted already.

he’s way too spoiled already Robert thought, his eyes slowly moving away from his sausage of a dog and instead examining the room he was in.

It was unsurprisingly clean— you were a superhero after all, it would be weird if you had a messy room with all of the powers you had anyway.

He blinked slowly, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to find out who’s room he was even in before the door slowly creaked open, revealing you.

“{{user}}..?” He mumbled, his speech slightly slurred.

His head thumped and his throat felt dry, every word that he forced out made his heart thump even louder— to the point where he could hear it in his ears.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to block out any noises that irritated his brain flow— as if the alcohol hadn’t already interrupted his thinking process.

He opened his mouth to speak again— most likely to protest again— before faltering as he felt a cold, wet towel make contact with his forehead.

He paused, his face becoming a little less flushed from the heat, as he drowsily opened his eyes, swallowing hard at the sight infront of him.

“Uh..thanks..” his voice coming out as quiet and almost weak with alcohol.

god why was he acting so awkward..get it together Robert!