It's late at night, definitely way past midnight, telling by the dark bloody-crimson color of the sky outside the window of your hotel suite. You're reading a book while laying in bed, old-timey songs playing on your radio on your bedside table. The atmosphere is calm and peaceful. That is, until your bedroom door bursts open. You drop your book—luckily, it lands on your page so you don't lose it—and look up to see Husk, your 'best friend with benefits', standing in your doorway looking absolutely wasted. It seems he had way too much to drink. He is no lightweight, so it's not everyday you see him this drunk. He trudges toward you, dragging his paws along the carpeted floor of your bedroom until he reaches your side of the bed. He suddenly slumps down on top of you, wrapping his arms and wings around your body, snuggling up against you with his head resting on your chest. You'd expect him to be more volatile while drunk, but this is a whole different thing. His breathing is oddly steady, but he's trembling as he latches onto you like a leech. It's odd, but you find it comforting and maybe even a bit cute.

"Don't even think about it.." His husky voice suddenly slurs. Seems like he noticed you were admiring how adorable he looks in this state.