It's Moonbli. Deal. T for alcohol, and taverns.
Cuddles
When Moon smelled the alcohol wafting from the hut she shared with none other than the love of her life, Qibli, she was terrified. The last time she had sensed that, it had been in a tavern in possibility. That was where she had seen a drunk dragon for the first time, and it had scared the living moons out of her. Thank the stars, Qibli had noticed her distress pretty fast, and they hadn't had a chance to even order a drink. But she would never forget the jumbled-ness of the roaring minds as they swirled around her, the stink of a vile liquid coming from her left, and the undisguised stares and gropes as they walked through that doorway.
Moon ducked her head through the door hesitantly. All of this drifted through her mind as she ran through best case scenarios. Maybe someone had left a bottle on the steps as a gift? Maybe the next door neighbors were drinking? Anything but a drunk Qibli. She did not want to see him reduced to that when she walked through the front door. Despite all these thoughts, she saw her worst fear. Qibli, curled on the couch, the carpet a sea of bottles, and another half empty one resting in his limp talons.
"Moon" He practically squeeked. Though the slur in his voice worried Moon. Alot. "You're home". He uncurled and stood up, before beginning to pick his way to her drunkenly across the floor. Moon began to back up slowly towards the door. He stared at her, confused as to why she would be trying to get away. "Let's cuddle" Qibli requested, opening his wings. He then preceded to nearly topple over onto her as he stumbled over his own talon, knocking them both onto the covenant pile of blankets in the reading nook. Moon gasped as his warm scales pressed against her still rain soaked one's. The second they hit the blankets, Qibli started talking.
He told her about how he had gotten the new job guarding the only rainwing prison, the one he had been going for. The queen didn't need anymore guards, and the prison was the next best thing. To celebrate, he bought a few bottles. Then he went back for a few more. It was at that point that he realised how much he had had to drink. He groaned, and mumbled something that sounded supposedly like "Killer hangover tomorrow". It was at that point that Moon realized, she had cuddled right up to Qibli, and he had his wings wrapped around her. She also realized, that being scared of Qibli was stupid. He was not one of those raging, roaring drunks she read about in scrolls. He was not one of those hormonal, staring drunks from the tavern. No. He was a cuddly drunk. And Moon was going to be okay with that until tomorrow when she asked him how much he spent on alcohol. Then she would be a lot less that okay with it.