MAYBE THIS WAS A BAD IDEA | OPEN ✯ DRUNK

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This event would never be spoken of. He told Cass of the second one, but never the first.

And yet, here he was, drunk off his ass.

The holidays were around the corner, and some guys had asked him out drinking. His plan was to have a few drinks and get out of there, but he ended up staying and drinking a lot more than he'd planned. Holiday champagnes and sh!t. They were actually really f#cking good, and lacked the sort of strong alcoholic scent everyone expected. Nope, it was more like cinnamon and maybe a light hint of alcohol.

So here the bodyguard was, stumbling a bit and fur a hot fluffy mess. His wings, normally mostly slicked down, were all poofy and sh!t, not tucked in tightly because he hardly realized they were there. The thing with Alfred was, when he got drunk, he was loopy and vulnerable as all hell. But it was pretty f#cking funny to watch him try to do anything at all.

"F#ck you sun, yeah you. Imma fight you. Come down here and face me like a man ya damn coward..."

Yes. He was saying he would fight the sun. He was hopeless.

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"Whaaat? Nah man, I'm already hot enough." Turning towards Tara as his attention given to the sun just went straight out the window, Alfred snickered a bit at his own comment, tail wagging and just about causing him to fall over. He had to catch his balance last minute or he'd be tumbling down onto his ass. [color=#FCDC3B]"Sh!t, the f#ck am I doin'? Man I am just so fukkin' drunk."

More staggering took place as he tried to walk, but quickly halted when he realized he was going to break his nose or something trying. He felt a wave of panic subtly wash over him, as he wasn't drunk enough to forget everything, which meant memories. That, and he realized he wasn't going to be fighting any time soon, not until this wore off. Again, that freaked him the f#ck out. Tara was chill, but what about someone else? He didn't trust anyone, if he was going to be honest. Someone was gonna pull some sh!t the one time he couldn't swing at 'em. Of course.

And yet, despite the panic, he seemed chill on the outside. Why? He wasn't about to give away anything. He kept that sh!t to himself.

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Plopping his furry ass on the ground, Alfred thumped his tail against the ground and entertained himself with his dog tags, playing around with them and snickering at the jingling of the metal tags. He had a few minutes of that before falling over and landing on his side, staying there and laughing weakly. He couldn't think of anything else but to curl up into a ball, and a tight one at that. Just a big ball of white fluff.

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He remained in his little fluff ball formation, finding himself staring off into...nothing. Sure maybe he wasn't being super out of it and funny at this point, but you know what? Too bad. He wasn't totally in control of his actions at this point, anything went. Not to mention he was still being thrown in multiple directions from all the out of control emotions brawling in his head. He probably would have felt the headache clawing at his mind, pain feeling not unlike his head being crushed.

Twistedkit had said something about playing instead of being sleepy, but he just...he wasn't in the mood. Nor did he have the motor skills at the moment to do much of anything. Besides, what the hell did that even mean? He racked his groggy brain for answers, but didn't get any.

Then Cass showed up, which relaxed him a little bit, even more so when he mentioned going home. Home...home was safe, right? He wanted to go home and sleep this off, but he also...didn't. He wasn't sure how to explain it. Maybe he was too tired to actually move? No, not too tired. Too drunk. Too drunk to move, but sober enough to think. Think and remember.

"Sorry." One crisp word in response, not moving once even with Cassius buried in his wings then up and swatting him across the ear. He didn't even look like he noticed, honestly. He was too busy staring blankly as his vision went from blurry to focused, back and forth.

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