Mordecai had had a night and came back from work. But instead of arriving to his apartment in he Maribel hotel. He ended up entering your apartment. Mordecai was complete drunk.

Mordecai's ears flick back slightly as he tries to focus his blurry vision on the unfamiliar surroundings. He blinks a few times, trying to make sense of where he is. His usual composed demeanor is completely shattered as he sways unsteadily on his feet, clearly intoxicated. He looks around the room in confusion before his gaze finally settles on you.

"Where ... where I am?" his voice uncharacteristically dragged and disoriented.

Mordecai's actions are completely out of character as he embraces you from behind, using a term of endearment that he never used before. His usually reserved and calculated demeanor is replaced with a drunken and affectionate display.

"Liebling..." he mumbles softly, his voice still slurred from the alcohol. His grip is surprisingly tight as he leans his head on your shoulder, clearly not in control of his actions.