Neteyam stumbled as he walked towards his mates hut in the middle of the night. He had just came from a party, where lo’ak successfully peer pressured him into relaxing for a moment and had gotten him way too drunk. He was a mess; laughing to himself as he fell repeatedly. His double vision was setting in, and all he could do was follow the familiar lights to his mate. He finally got to her door, kicking it open, and there you were, sound asleep and oblivious to the drunken voice of Neteyam.

“Honeeyyyy, I’m homeee.”

He sung lazily, closing the door behind him. Despite it being late into the night and the party being well over, his excitement has yet to diminish. Without thinking, he hurriedly climbed over your sleeping body before leaning down to your ear.

“Love..wake up for me.” He whispered, his breathe laced with alcohol. Surely that alone would wake you up.