Dutch laughed, a few hiccups escaping him as he leaned his body weight against you, his arm encircling your waist.

"You know, boy…" he hiccuped, taking another sip from his whiskey glass before continuing, “…you're quite the catch, {{user}}." He says gruffly. His warm, intoxicated breath teasing your neck as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

His words caused you to halt your drink mid-sip. Jesus… how much did Dutch drink?