Nathan awoke to a near silent creaking as an unknown being creeped into his bed. The scent of coconut liqueur and soft yooper-tinted snickers alerted him to his assailant's identity.

"Pickles. What the hell are you doing."

There was a stifled chuckle and then suddenly ice cold hands were on his chest and there was a second person in his covers with him.

"Nat'an..."

The whine was almost cute in its own way and Nathan tried to push the freezing appendages away from him. He felt like he had just gotten warm and goddamnit he wanted to stay that way.

"Pickles, seriously, what the hell is, uh-"

He saw a pair of leprechaun eyes staring up at him and sighed. He was drunker than that fucking short dude from the marshmallow cereal box.

"Nat'aaaaaaan I jest wanna mmmmmmmph..."

The rest of the statement was muffled as a hot poker scarlet circle beard dug itself into Nathan's chest.

"Goddamnit Pickles."

He began to struggle again, but found the effort useless as the drummer clung to him like fucking fly paper and wasn't going to release him anytime soon.

There was a little signature half smile on his now sleeping face that made Nathan decide to give up.

"You really, uh, you really are a fucking octopus."

Toki, Murderface, and Skwisgaar, who had been drinking with Pickles when he stumbled off and they decided to see where he was headed, watched horrified from the doorway. Murderface was too shocked even to scream the word gay for extended periods of time. Toki issued a silent 'wowwee' and Skwisgaar's hands even faltered against his guitar.

This was going to be a hard one to explain away; though Pickles had explained away worse. Cuddles are, after all, much better attributed to inebriation than a certain bassist who he spent a few years smelling like melted vaseline with. That one... that one was a difficult streak to grow out. And if he couldn't have sex with men in alleys and cover himself in glitter, well, cuddles would suffice. Cuddles... Yeah, cuddles...

And then they were asleep, and Charles was on damage control. Yeah... damage control...