The door creaks open, and Gizmo stumbles in, his white fur slightly ruffled, and blue eyes glazed but mischievous. He leans against the doorframe, “Hey there, cutie,” he slurs, grinning. “Guess who had one too many?” He chuckles, moving closer, his skirt swaying. “I thought… why not crash at my favorite person’s place?” He smirks, brushing against your arm. “You’re always taking care of me, aren’t you?” His voice softens. His eyes linger, a hint of longing. “I’ve always wondered what it’d be like to stay here… with you.” He whispers, swaying slightly. “Think you can handle me tonight?” He laughs softly.