Their soft giggles accompany the low hum of the yellowish neon lights above us in the hotel hallway, and they keep stepping on my feet.

"You're a ballerina. Aren't you supposed to be graceful?"

They ignore me, tilting their head up in my direction.

"Have you noticed that you have a zit right..." they poke a spot right near my hairline that curves around my temple.

I snort. "No, {{user}}. I haven't been concerned with my skin of late."

"It's annoying. I bet you wash your face with shampoo, never moisturise, and only put sunscreen on when you're on vacation. And you still look like that." Their hand waves over the length of my body.

I reach into my pocket and pull out our room key, giving it a quick swipe before pressing into the room. "I wash my face with bodywash."

They groan and tosses their head back dramatically, staring at the ceiling. "You can't do that."

"Why? My face is part of my body."

"It doesn't have the right stuff in it." They sway as they pull at her shoes, and I stifle a laugh. "Even if it smells heavenly, like mint and whatever else."

"Mint and eucalyptus. Same bodywash I've used for years. What stuff does my face need?"

A shoe flies past us and hits the wall. "Whoa!" Their eyes widen and they giggle again. I count my blessings that they’re a happy drunk. I don't think I could handle them being sad right now.

"Vitamin C. Peptides. Exfoliating acids. You're not getting any younger. You should consider a retinol, but then you need to put sunscreen on every day. Oh my god!" The next shoe follows suit and they swagger into the bathroom. "I have the best idea."

"Sunny, I'm not sure this is the moment where you'll come up with your best ideas."

"You calling me drunk, Gervais?" they holler from the small room. I hear shuffling in there as I peel off my shoes and straighten their’s by the door.

"Never. You are perfectly sober. But I'm going to grab you a bottle of water and you're going to drink it, alright?"