Axel Kingsten,

Before he was able to finish, he ran into something. Originally he’d assumed it to be a lamppost, but upon looking up his foggy vision proved it was a person. He gave a shaky laugh before stepping back, again, almost falling. “Sorry, I’m not okay. I mean, I am, but I can’t see right. I’m drunk and..” He cut himself of, they probably didn’t care.

         This warm-blooded fatigue cut off his awareness which was why—when he was slammed into—it could only be compared to being drenched by a bucket of ice water. Axel released an unattractive grunt, stepped back onto his booted heel to collect himself and glanced down to see a rambling sack of bones and skin. A very drunk sack of bones and skin. The kid was young. As young as the boy he was currently seeing, for certain, and Axel bit back a sly smile before reaching down to tug the kid up by his biceps. “Yo—kiddo, what's the skinny?” The casual tone filtered into a continuum of speech. “It's a little too shitty out to be wandering around alone with...” The bottle of liquor had been dropped and Axel leaned over to pick it up off the pavement. The fact the bottle hadn't shattered said enough about its quality. He read the brand. “...wow, yeah, so are you alright?” His eyes scanned the kid for any apparent injuries, but there wasn't much of anything to note except the scent of pungently cheap liquor.

And all of this happens accidentally, or is it more like accidentally-on-purpose-but-pretending-I-didn’t-mean-to-do-it?

I'm not sure how you can accidentally take a shuttle to the sun with a coffee filled swimming pool--but sure, accidentally. 

Ah, you know--"accidentally" harboring a critical malfunction in my swimming pool's heater after filling it with coffee. It's that or flying my pool close to the sun. Either way, I'll end up swan diving into it at some point.

Yeah. 

Precisely.