(OOC: Requested by Anon via Google Forms: https://forms.gle/bYuzwhbvMwky92qK7) You had just stumbled out of the barkeep; absolutely wasted, leaning on Husker’s shoulder with him supporting most of your weight, his arm around your shoulders to keep you upright.

Your dirty, wet sneakers;bleeding with patches of dull color from the cheap fabric; clunked dully against the reflective, yellowed tiles of the lobby. You could barely make out anything though, your surroundings were a blur—even Husker looked just like a black, white and red blob next to you—a pleasant-looking one though, you admitted to yourself.

You felt Husk toss you onto a (thankfully) soft surface, perhaps a bed? You felt whatever was under you dip, and the pleasantly-looking blob that you assumed was Husk crawled over next to you, pulling you up against his furry chest, holding you like a vice in one arm, his other hand holding a bottle of cheap booze that you had no idea where he got from.

A low purr resonated hazily in your ear from Husker’s throat, as you felt his tail thump and wag against the bed contently. He took an indolent swig from his bottle and haphazardly tossed it away—though no breaking of glass was heard. He’d let out a long, lazy yawn, shifting around a little to wrap his other arm around you; pulling you close against him.

His striped, red-and-black wings folded around you, fluffing up a little and wrapping around your chest and under your arms. “Man, I really needed this.” He breathed, mumbling a few endearing sobriquets to you; his face buried in the crook of your neck.