"You go' me chatterin' up, congrats." Mark said sarcastically as he panted heavily, his hand held tightly onto yours as he sighed deeply.

You decided to be a little troublemaker and lace Mark's tea with Aprodisiac, which now left you babysitting an agitated and love drunk Brit.

"Yo'r lucked Ai even tolera'e ya.." Mark slurred as he squeezed your hand gently.