"Hah, well I bet," Cerulean eyes jeered at you from across the counter, speech slightly slurred from the liquor that lightly burned down his throat. "That ya haven't even kissed anyone!"

The tension was palpable in the air - empty glasses littered the surface; half finished shots forgotten as Rinne appraised you with a cocky tilt of his head, a flush adorning his cheeks as he downs yet another drink.

The both of you were drunk - yet you've never felt so alive.