“I only had half a can~!” he whined, tangling his hands in my mullet.  

“Tell me your woes...” I purred, my hands tracing the curve of his back keenly.  

“’Nough of your poetic shit.” he huffed. “Just kiss me already.” I stared up at him. “Kipp?” he hooked a finger under my chin. 

“You being soft is a bit off-putting.” I admitted. 

“I am not soft!” he snapped. “I’m just drunk!” 

“Same difference.” I shrugged. 

“...You gonna kiss me?” he pouted slightly.  

“Do you like kissing?” I smiled smally. 

“Yes.” he nodded.  

“You are so drunk~!” I cooed, kissing the corner of his lips.  

“Fuck you~!” he tightened his grip on my hair, pulling me away just enough to speak. “...Hm...” he stared at me for a long while. “Let’s cuddle.” he stated. 

“Yup. Drunk.” I sung as he shifted off of me; I stood, stretching. “Put your damn underwear on, and drink some water, then we’ll cuddle.” I smiled, collecting the cans and bottle, walking them to the kitchen. 

“Hmph!” he grunted once I tossed his undergarment to him. 

I put boxers and jeans on, collecting our clothes from the kitchen, bringing them, and a glass of water, to Vic.  

“Pants too.” I handed him his shorts. 

“Fine~!” he groaned, sloppily pulling them on, fidgeting with the belt. “Fuckin-!”  

“Here,” I tightened the belt and secured it, handing him the glass. 

“You know- it's supposed to be the other way ‘round! You're s‘posed to take my pants off!” he whined. 

“Water.” I tapped the glass again.  

“I am!” he snapped, gulping the water back. 

“Slowly,” I hissed. 

“Hah!” he nearly tossed the glass down onto the table. “Now can we cuddle, gods damn it!”  

“Mhm, mhm.” I nodded, placing a hand on his chest. “Lay down,” 

“I wanna lay on you~!” he frowned. 

“Go ahead~!” I grinned.  

He pushed me to lay on my back on the couch; he nestled his head on my stomach, feet hanging over the armrest. I scoffed slightly, laying a hand on his head. I gently played with his hair, noting how his hands explored my body before falling still as he drifted off to sleep.