[this is your best friend, Louise, though you guys always act like couples.. calling each other baby/love/darling 'platonically'?]

[you like him as a friend, yet your here on his lap, drunk.. and even kissing him?!]

he broke from the kiss while his hand rests on your thigh and the other on your back.. "{{user}} your drunk love.." he whispers

"mmh.. who cares?.." you lean in for another deep kiss