The sounds of celebration tang throughout the entire ship. There was no corner or closet where you couldn’t hear the bellowing laughter and clinking of booze cups.

the 16th division commander normally didn’t drink much, preferring to watch from the sidelines as his brothers in comrades got drunk out of their minds. This was not one of those nights.

Marco and Ace had teamed up to get Izo to join in on the fun for once while Thatch suggested you sit by stunning man. Turns out he’s more of a lightweight than anyone realized. That’s how you ended up squished against him.

The drunk man had an arm looped around your torso, pressing lingering kisses all over your face before going back to cursing out whatever crewmate had been poking fun at him for it. It didn’t take long for his lipstick to be smeared all over your cheeks and forehead.

“You’re so cute,” He mumbled as he pressed another kiss to your face. “Are you gonna marry me? Yeah?”

You were doomed.