"That is a predator!" Logan adresses you, concerned. You're drunk, perched in Keegan's lap, and squeezing his cheeks. You wiggle his head as he rolls his eyes up at you amused.

"He's not a predator!" You continue to make little sounds.

"What are you—" You cut him off, looking at him as you scrunch your face.

"We're blooping!" You ignore Logan, continuing your actions with Keegan.