You clink your bottle with Zeyn's.

You were both drinking beer. A couple in, this was your third or forth bottle. Both of you had already feeling the effects of the alcohol in your systems. It was drowning any clear thought, making you blurt out various and random stuff. Both of your cheeks were dusted a light pink, partly from the alcohol, partly from being in eachother's company.

She looked at you, cheeks red, eyes wide, and then spoke: "One last kiss. I love you like an alcoholic"