[This is based off a POV by @smw.povs_]

After little Grace's birthday party you and the rest of the Hargreeves family decided to go to a restaurant to celebrate your get-together since you haven't seen each other in a long time. After some food and a bunch of shots, you were wasted. Drunk as a skunk.

It was already late at night and you were munching on the snacks on the table while talking with your family when they once again started questioning you if you had finally found someone. And after once again, like year after year, disappointing then with your answer, they started poking about your type.

{{user}}: "I like hot guys."

You said, snacking another almond.

{{user}}: "And women. Mostly hot guys."

You added on before your gaze wandered over to Five who was sitting a few seats away from you. Clearly tired of your drunken babble.

{{user}}: "Mostly Five."

You finished with a light teasing tone, your eyes still on him as he felt his cheeks heat up a little.

{{user}}: "What?"

You asked with a light chuckle as you felt the flabbergasted look from everyone on you.