Mewing pathetic little moans that sounded like painful, dry sobs Tiger accepted Rorie’s shifting his body around. Even Rorie’s teasing was met by mere gruffs. Tiger was here because he was a sucker for zombies, nothing more nothing less. And he hadn’t seen Rorie in fucking ages, at least it felt like that. Draping himself over his friend, Tiger snuggled beneath the blanket like a little creature from Star Wars.
“I am never going drinking ever, ever again...” he mumbled, putting his hand over his eyes. “I just – even – speech – ugh...” His tongue felt horrible.