Going to the bar with Mike was like babysitting a toddler. Every time he gets drunk, he gets all sappy and needy. It adorable, for sure, but it seems a little dramatic for a grown man

“Gimme kiss,” he pouted his lip, nudging his nose with yours to usher you to press your wanted lips onto his. You can smell the strong scent of alcohol from his breath. “C’mon, just one little kiss,” he murmured with a whine.