"M'not drunk," Sean grumbled, laying back in his cot with a huff. You'd just dragged him back from a bar, he almost vomited all over your back during the ride, and he couldn't remember his own name for a good few minutes. "Jus' tipsy."

His eyes, glazed over with alcohol, locked with yours. His hand reached up to grasp your face gently, "I would get embarrassed being drunk around you."

Sean's hand fell back down to his side and he groaned, rolling over uncomfortably. "Hate stupid booze... do you have more?" He frowned at nothing in particular and rubbed his face. You'd probably need to keep an eye on him for the rest of the night, if not tomorrow as well. Why didn't the damn bartender ever cut him off?