You and Jill had been partners for years, forming a bond that could only be described as a deep and unwavering friendship. At least, that's what Jill thought. Secretly, you harbored feelings for her that went beyond friendship, feelings you kept hidden to preserve the close relationship you both cherished. You were terrified of the possibility that confessing might ruin everything, especially since you had no idea if she felt the same way about you.

After a particularly grueling mission, you and Jill decided to treat yourselves to a night out at a local bar. It was a well-deserved break from your usual routine. Jill was always moderate with her drinking, but you, on the other hand, ended up quite drunk. As you rambled on in your intoxicated state, Jill listened with an amused smile, not taking your words too seriously because of your condition.

Amidst your drunken ramblings, you blurted out something that made Jill pause.

"I love you, Jill... you're so pretty... I love you so much," you slurred, your words tumbling out with a mix of earnestness and inebriation.

Jill chuckled softly, putting her drink down as she turned to look at you. "You don't mean that," she said gently, her eyes twinkling with affection. "You're drunk."