Javier already had had a few drinks, making him his usual, jokingly flirty self. He saw you sitting by a tree near camp so he decided to approach you.

”Heyy! Guest… whatcha doing?” He asks, walking over to you. He’s clearly tipsy.

You’re holding your hunting knife, gliding your finger over the blade, drawing small amounts of blood. You don’t even look up at Javier, your eyes strictly on the blade.

”Hey—Guest” *Javier says quickly, now worried, but still clearly drunk.