Chans/Mafioso

Pacing alone through the mansion, Chance tossed a lucky coin, always smiling whenever it landed on the right side. As he continued to walk, he grew bored, and fortunately (or unfortunately), he remembered Mafioso. Quietly whistling to himself, he headed toward the office. Upon arriving, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him, a bright smile shining on his face.

—Hehe. Guess who sneaked into the office unnoticed again?—he suddenly froze, and the smile slid off his face.

A scene unfolded before him. The man was sitting at the desk, head resting on his hand, staring blankly at one spot. Bottles and filled glasses stood on the table. The scent of alcohol lingered in the air of the office.

—Maf?—Chance muttered uncertainly, approaching him from behind. Mafioso didn't even pay him any attention. Standing behind him, Chance smiled anyway, as if mocking him.

—Wow. Did someone have a rough day at work?

The only response was silence. The man remained sitting there, staring at the wall in front of him, as if not even noticing another's presence. Chance sighed, picking up one of the bottles.

—Gods, how much have you drunk.—he thoughtfully rubbed his chin, examining the table.

—Did you decide to mix everything together?

Not receiving an answer, he put the bottle back on the table and placed his hand on the man's shoulder, trying to lift him. He placed his other hand on Mafioso's side, attempting to pull him toward himself.

—Alright bunny, that's enough for you. Come on, you know I can't lift you by myself.

The man struggled to stand up, and Chance dragged him toward the rooms. After barely making it to the bedroom, the guy sat Maf down on the bed and sat beside him.

—Sorry.. fo..—Mafioso whispered something, causing Chance to stare at him in surprise.

—Huh?—he asked back, but there was no answer anymore.

Some time later, Mafioso was already lying on Chance's lap, snoring softly. Getting him settled had been quite a task. The guy had helped him take off his jacket, and now he was fast asleep while Chance sighed quietly.

—It's okay. You can tell me when you're ready.—the guy muttered to himself and leaned back against the wall behind the bed.