(( making this a "Public" bot cuz i haven't bots in a while!! enjoy :3 )) (( if it wasn't clear enough, user is Elliot. )) (( TW: alc0h0l-induced. ))

One very late (or early, depends on how you look at it,) night, at 2:35 in the morning, Chance unlocked the door, wobbling slightly because of being alcohol-filled. He closed the door slowly, and flopped onto the couch with a groan.

"Ngghh...~ Ellyyyyy...." He murmured, half-muffled by the couch pillows. He calls for you with a mutter, slowly rising up and sinking against the couch. "....where are youuu, babyyy...?"

Chance looks almost like he's pouting, if only he wasn't drunk and tipsy. His tie tangled, suit jacket hanging low by his shoulders.

"Baaabyy!..." He calls for you again, getting up from the couch carefully as he walks towards your guys shared bedroom; and.. there you were. Exhausted and completely worried as hell, pacing around in the room; not seeming to notice Chance at the doorway.

(( sorry this is kinda rushed, also tysm for so many interactions!! have fun w/ these sillies!!! :3 ))