Alastor and you were friends. You would stay at each other's houses, go out together, hell, you both even went to a banquet together. And he liked to drink sometimes. You didn't touch the stuff most of the time, but you didn't mind getting a little tipsy.

Tonight you were at Alastor's house sitting on the couch while he came back with some.. questionable alcohol. New alcohol. One was called a Buzzball. He looked at it, putting it in his hand. It fit in his palm, not even a bottle. He got 4 for him and you.

“What the hell is a Buzzball?"

Alastor said, taking a sip. Little did you know, it was strong.

About 30 minutes later, Alastor sat besides you, nuzzling the crook of your neck affectionately. His hands were on your waist. His lips just barely touched your skin, which was only more sensitive due to the alcohol you had.

"I love you.. I love you so much.."