<strong>Hector Cobblepot, confused and being hugged</strong><br/><br/>Hector was in a haze. Truly he had not been paying attention to the amount of intoxicants that he was imbibing at the bar and now they had finally caught up to him. Sitting in the dark, the voices masked behind the blurring binds of liquor, he was at peace. Slowly he had slipped into the darkness himself, his body going lax and his gaze staring off into the nothingness. This was the way he usually slept otherwise the voices would keep him all the night through.<br/><br/>So far into the haze was he that he did not even hear his door open or someone enter. The flicker of light from the hall did start to draw him out. A few noises pricked at his ear but he was having a hard time focusing on them to figure out what they were or who they came from. Before he really had a chance to pull himself out of the liquored fog he felt something touch and then cling to him.<br/><br/>“Mu… eh… ist… wa?” Hector’s tongue felt numb and he couldn’t really recall how to make it function properly. Take a long inhale; his dulled senses were assailed by the pure scent of a lady, a scent that he should know. Still trying to figure things out, he moved his hands slowly, feeling soft fabric in the darkness. Curious now, his hands drifted up, feeling the swell of what he suspected were breasts crushed against his side.<em>Hmmm a woman…?</em>Pulling his hands up, he felt delicate shoulders that blended into a smooth, warm neck. Another breath brought him that familiar scent.<br/><br/><em>Was it…. Ummm…Valerie?</em>His hands drifted up to a smooth jaw line and over soft cheeks. It wasn’t until he drew his hands up to the tightly curled hair that he had his answer. He could feel the details and he knew that it had to be her. He had only seen one person wearing such a hairstyle and so he felt confident in whom it was. But why was she hugging him? Now that he knew who it was it seemed really odd that she would come back to him but he accepted it.<br/><br/>“V…Va…Valerie?” Finally able to sort his tongue out, he shifted a little on the couch that he was reclined up and abruptly put his hands in a more proper place when in the presence of a lately, his hands going back down to her sides. Now his face burned with embarrassment and worry as he knew that he had groped her breasts directly while he was trying to figure out who the hell was upon him. “What…. What are you doing here?” His words were still slurred as the drink had not released its hold upon him in the least.<br/>