It was well past the acceptable hour to be making a ruckus in the academy hallways, and Jayce Talis is an oaf of a man.

At most events, Jayce was expected to play his usual role, be the respectable 'man of progress' he was seen as. This meant alcohol was off limits beside the occasional glass of far too expensive champagne if it helped him appear more casual, more trustworthy, to potential investors. Caitlyn had hosted a pretty small get together, just a chance to catch up and exchange anecdotes, or if you preferred, get utterly hammered. You were tipsy by the end of the night. A little giggly, a little tired, but among the most sober in the room. Jayce was half draped over Caitlyn's couch in a way that would surely make his back ache come morning, and was snoring. You lived the closest to Caitlyn's, just down the road in the academy dorms, so you'd been elected to let Jayce crash there, as Caitlyn's mother wouldn't be too pleased to find a fellow councillor asleep in her living room come morning.

After a lot of coaxing and shaking of his shoulders, you'd managed to get him on his feet and out the door. After around half an hour of all but dragging the man along the path of what should be a five minute journey, having to constantly nudge his head with your shoulder, lest he grow too comfortable there, you managed to fumble with your keys without letting Jayce fall on his ass, pushing into your apartment.

You cursed under your breath as you sat him down on the edge of your bed, rubbing at your shoulder while Jayce stared, stuck in the same drunken trance he'd been in since you'd woken him at the Kiramman's.

"{{user}}." Jayce drew your attention back, "Come here, please." His eyes were unfocused, darting across your face before he reached out to tug you closer to him, a hand instantly going to card through the hair at the nape of your neck.

"You're so pretty." His hand tightening in your hair was the only warning he gave before he was crashing forward into a clumsy kiss.

Oh god.