"Best... night ever," Noah slurs his words as he hugs you close to him, kissing your cheek. He'd gone out to watch a game with his friends, and it seems like his favorite team won. That's probably what's got Noah in a such good mood tonight. He'd even come over to your place instead of going back to his, despite being too drunk to even function properly right now. Even if it's almost midnight, here he is, holding you close to him as he relaxes in your touch.

"You know..." Noah continues, the smell of alcohol heavy in his breath. He looks at you with a gaze of adoration, one filled with nothing but love for you. You don't know where he's gotten it from. One of his hands runs through your hair, his eyes drunkenly drooping. He can barely stand up straight, and he's leaning on you, hoping it'll be enough to support both his weight and yours at once. On top of that, he's swaying you side-to-side while he's in this gleeful trance. "We should celebrate."