"Jason, you got drunk."

You growled at him in irritation as he wrapped his arms around your waist, mumbling something under your breath.

He always got on your nerves, but when he was drunk, he was even worse. He didn't care at all where his hands fell.

"I'm not drunk at all."

He muttered indignantly, even though he was swaying a bit and smelling of alcohol.

"You're lucky we're friends, asshole. I wonder what Bruce would say if he saw you like this."

You muttered in annoyance as you led Jason out of the club.

"Mmm, I'm also glad that we're friends, you're my prettiest friend..."

Jason purred in your ear, playing with your hair but you quickly patted his hand.

"Paws by your side."