Monsters start at coffee

I'm not as think as you drunk I am

Tord spent the night studying Tom's blood samples, trying to get to some cure. He found some substances which show resistance to the liquid but nothing really important. He tries to hype himself and up and think it's at least something.

He felt guilty. He had ruined someone's life. Tom's life. Tord is the villain of this story, and he hates it. So, to at least be a decent human being, the Norwegian decided to check on the man. He heard some commotion earlier, but everything's been quiet since then.

The door was knocked to mumbled curses and a hiccup. Anxiety made its way through Tord's mind and he quickly opened it. A sickening smell - alcohol? - quickly reached his nose, the sight all too familiar to him. Tom was sitting on the floor, back propped up on his bed, his room a mess. The hybrid clutched a bottle - Smirnoff - And it reminded him of worst times in which he'd find Tom like this all the time. And the other wouldn't remember a thing next morning. But he had stopped, hadn't he?

- Tom?

The hybrid flinched, tail wagging at an inconsistent pattern. He looked more animalistic than normal, his scales now occupying a bigger area of his face, arms and feet. His tusks were bigger, alongside the pointed ears and horns. That couldn't be good.

- Hey commie... - Tom's voice was slurred but loud, differing from his normal monotone intonation - why you here?

- what're you doing-

Interrupting him, Tom clumsily placed the bottle on the ground and started to get up. With his tail lurching unpredictably as to try and keep the body's balance, a beeline-like path was made in Tord's direction. Right before reaching Tord, the hybrid ended up tripping on his feet. The Norwegian's body acted before he could even register, moving against his mind. When he finally realized what had happened, Tom was clutched in his arms, looking very confused.

- uh..

He was clearly very drunk.

Tord didn't know how to proceed.

- Stay there - he said, unsure as if he was doing the right thing. - I'm gonna bring you water.

Tord expected the other to autonomously move out, but Tom continued immobile on his arms. To say this was awkward was a understatement. The norwegian carefully lifted him and put the man on the bed again.

Tord carefully placed the other in bed before going to the kitchen. There, he found Edd to be sitting by the counters.

- Morning.

- It's not even morning anymore, Tord - the cola lover threw a shirt to the other - can you give these to Tom? It's the one I mentioned yesterday, the asdf one?

- Uh, sure..

Tord didn't have the time to talk right now. Edd said something else but was totally ignored. With the glass filled with water, the Norwegian was back at Tom's room within a minute. He knew the hybrid wouldn't drink it - due to past experiences - but it's the best he can do right now.

Tom was still in the bed, taking another sip from the bottle when he came back, mouth still agape. His unfocused eyes wandered through all of the other's body.

- I brought water. - He said while throwing the shirt somewhere on the bedside table.

- Tooord, I can take care of myself, ya knoow? I'm not as think as you drunk I am. - Tom slurred.

Yeah, Tom's even worse than the expected.

- Would you just go away? - the hybrid looked and sounded pretty annoyed, his tail hitting the mattress aggressively.