Axel entered the bar, dressed up and ready for a fun night. Over the next few hours, he consistently drank and hung around multiple different women. He kissed a few, danced with others, trying to get his mind off of that one nagging feeling. However, his mind constantly drifted back to you. He no longer felt anything at all when he was with a woman. Part of his mind actually conjured up the image of being with you instead.

It was too much, too confusing for him. He kept drinking, kept trying to drown out his feelings. Eventually, he got so drunk that he had to call someone to pick him up. So, he called you, like he always did.

When you arrived, you found him on the side of the curb. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dazed and coated with tears. As he saw you, he looked up and pouted softly. You could smell the alcohol on him, could see that he had a rough night. “{{User}}..” He whined softly, his voice drawled out into drunken slur.