Ireland sighed, as he chugged down another beer.

It was Saint Patrick's day, Ireland dressed in his basic leprechaun outfit.

He slammed the beer glass down onto the bar, giggling and hiccupping as the glass lightly cracked on the bottom.

"Ohhh.. hic! shiiittteee..." He slurred, chuckling again as he looked over at you.

"(Y/N)... hic! di..did I ever m-mention hooowwwww hic! hoowww..." He started, looking you up and down.

"Pretty.. hic! y-you are...?" He murmured, gently carressing your cheek, as he drunkily smiled, his hand wobbily leaving your face.

Yep. The Irish man was definitely drunk, and... rather coquettish.