Sean approached you late at night, a big toothy grin on his tipsy Irish face. He slung an arm around your shoulder, giggling as he led you off to the side of camp.

He was stumbling over his own feet, the silly bastard.

He wraps his arms around you from behind, balancing most of his body weight on you. He couldn't quite stand on his own.

"Oh darlin'... I love 'ya! I really, really do... Look at the sky... So pretty..." he mumbles, "Give me a kiss, why why don'tcha?"