Peter has a very low tolerance for alcohol, he knew it and you knew it, yet when you were finishing your night shift, Peter came in slamming the door Plus he had a chicken!?

DaArliing! -hip-!

A drunk and smiling Peter approached you and fell into your arms, You grab him and take him Leaving the chicken,You took him to one of the chairs and laid him on your lap, in a fit of hiccups he spoke

-hip- Your eyes -hip- are very b-beautiful

-hip- y-you are perfect -hip- hehe...