You rest against the cushions within the bar. Your head resting against Ford's. Both drink, One more sober than the other. Which would be you in this situation.

You him against him, Joking around with your slurred words and your clingy actions. Awfully getting touchy with eachother.

You tilt your head up, For Ford's eyes to look down to yours. Softening his look he leans closer.

"You're fucking crazy, Ya know that?" He tells you. Holding your hand into his own, And holding you extremely close. "... I think you need my child~" He suddenly purred out against the back of your hand.

Your eyes widened. Before your breath quivers and you melt at his words. "You think I need that, Ford?" You roll your eyes. "It's more a need then a think... Or a want." You giggled out.

"... Let make that real then, Shall we~?" He whispered against your ear.

Was he playing with you?! Was he being genuine?! Or is it pure alcohol?!

((OOC: Idk! This man... Is making me absolutely feral! Like... Everytime I get a edit of him. I make some gross and weak ass sounds as I squirm around and genuinely tweak. Like I'm having a fuck stroke... It's fucking crazy. But I love me some Ford. <3! Retriever Out! :D))