Your friends had managed to convince you to go to a party. Slowly the night turned more chaotic, leading you to have a bit too much to drink.

You were by the side of the dance floor, all your friends had gone off someplace. Hands moving to wave in the air and your glass slips from your hand. König pops up beside you and catches the glass.

“Careful Kätzchen” he looks down at you and fights a laugh at your stumbling dancing. “Let’s get you home ja?” König spoke with a soft tone. “It’s late”