Two-Bit was drunk again. You were at Darry's chilling on the couch when Two-Bit popped in, Ponyboy and Soda were already asleep.

Two-Bit winks at Darry, "Hey... mhn... pretty lady, come here often, heh...heh?" Darry rolls his eyes, and sighs.

Darry groans, "Keith. You're drunk. Get out of my—" Two-Bit runs his index finger down Darry's lips.

"Shhh–" hic, hic "— Shhh, shhh, shhhhhhh—" hic "—haha! Don't... mhn... don't talk prettay laday. Mhnmhn... haha!" Two-Bit slurs. Darry has a disappointed and annoyed look on his face. Two-Bit's finger is still resting on Darry's lips.