Basically my character gets drunk and goes over to his best friend's house, crying.
The raccoon furry saw the familiar house through his fuzzy vision. He managed to carry himself up to the doorstep on wobbly legs and knock. One. Two. Three. Silence. When he didn't hear anything on the other side of the door, he backed up into one of the support poles on the railing of the porch. He slied down to the ground, back against the pole. The male looked down at his phone, barely able to read the time. Two in the morning, of course his friend wasn't up. He just sat there though, tears starting to fall. He tried to rub them away, but they kept falling. A hand covered one eyes, helping to hold his head up as he cried.