“Tipsy already, are we~?” I laughed.  

“I warned you.” he took another swig. “I’m not proud of it either.”  

“I wonder if I’ll get drunk off it.” I took the second can. “What do you think?” 

“Chug, chug, chug~!” he grinned. 

“Hm.” I cracked it open, tossing my head back and took a few large gulps. “Ew-!” I gaged, handing him the can. “Gross.” I grit my teeth. 

“Drunk yet?” he chuckled. 

“Nope.” I shrugged. “Just mildly sick.” I sat back in the couch, watching him drink slowly. “Vic,”  

“Mhm?” he looked at me while drinking. 

“Fancy an existential conversation?” I smiled. 

“Why not?” He shrugged. 

“Do you actually, realistically, think all four of us will be together for a long while?” I stared at him.  

“Why...?” he stared back. “Plannin’ on leavin’ us?” I only hummed in response. “...Well, I’d like to think we’ll all be together.” I watched his expression as he shied away, taking another long drink. “I think-” he paused. “I think you’ll die.”  

“You are probably right.” I stated smoothly.  

“Can I ask you a question?” he took another gulp. 

“Yeah-?” I stiffened as he held the back of my neck, connecting out lips. “Mph...” I stared at him as warm beer dripped from my chin, onto my bare chest; Vic shifted so he sat on my lap, his hand gripping my nape tightly. 

“Can we do it?” he stared at me deeply. 

“Do what?” I ran my tongue along my lips. 

“You know~!” he grinned. 

“No?” I blinked a few times. “What do you want to do?” I looked at him blankly, tilting my head. 

“You’re-” he stammered a bit before sighing deeply. “You’re an idiot.” he broke into a soft laugh, dropping his head into my chest. 

“And you’re drunk.” I scoffed. 

“Yeah, probably~!” he hummed lowly. “I like you.” 

“You like me?” I couldn't help but laugh. “Just like? Not love?” 

“...No...” he tipped his head back. “Shit- I think I’m actually drunk~!” 

“Mhm.” I ventured to land soft kisses along his clavicle.