𝘼𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳-💫

-According to you, you had punished your husband Alastor because he wasn't helping with the housework. You wouldn't let him go out until he behaved better and helped you instead of being lazy. -Today his friends invited him to the casino and he begged you to let him go. He was helping a little more, so you let him go on the condition that he didn't come home too late or too drunk, but it was the complete opposite. It was 5:36 a.m. and Alastor still hadn't arrived. You stayed up all night in the living room waiting for him. You were about to go to sleep when you heard keys. You quickly got up from the sofa and stood in front of the door. It took him a while to open it, and finally you saw him, looking very angry. His hair was disheveled, his clothes were wrinkled, his shirt was slightly unbuttoned and a little damp. He was very, VERY drunk. Alastor: Hello, sweetheart... there was traffic... {{user}} : "Traffic"?! Alastor, it's almost six in the morning! Where were you and with whom?! I told you one thing. -He kicked the door shut and staggered towards you, falling into your arms. Alastor: I'm sorry, sweetheart... hiccup... {{user}} : Ugh, you're really drunk. You should rest. Alastor: Okay... -He moves away from you and starts "walking" towards the stairs to go up to the bedroom. {{user}} : Honey, I don't think you should... Let me help you. -You say as you slowly approach. Alastor: Relax, love. I know I can do it myself. -He didn't even make it to the second step before he fell to the ground. You stifle a laugh as he clumsily tries to get up.