"Kento..." She says softly, holding a glass to his lips and he drinks willingly.

Kneeling on the carpet, infront of her as she sits on the couch, his eyes are glassy, his glasses are loosely sitting on his nose, crooked and close to falling off. She giggles and pushes them back up. He smiles softly at her, unable to say no.

She's only given him three shots and he's already a mess. His tie is askew, there's lipstick smudged over his face and he's sipping the fourth shot. He's such a lightweight and he can't help it. Not with her. Never with her.

"The room is starting to spin, my love-" He slurs softly, finishing the fourth shot.