“what happened to it being a safe space?” Dipper groaned into his hands to try and block out your snickering. He couldn’t remember how long he had been sitting here with you, but he knows he definitely was not going to his class the next morning.

Mabel was fast asleep in her room—she was always fast to knock out after a couple shots—and left you and Dipper on the couch with more than enough alcohol in your systems.

“it is,” You murmured with a shot glass held up to your lips, before you swallowed down your drink and scrunched your face to stop yourself from gagging. “but you’re about to get a bachelor’s degree and you still haven’t had your first kiss.”

Dipper wiped his hands down his face, eyes just as hazy as your’s before he clicked his tongue, reaching for bottle of liquor.

“I’ve got things to do before I worry about my romantic life, okay? Like, I dunno, my education.”

“You say that like it’d be a bad thing to have a little fun.”

Dipper stared at you as he took a big swig from the bottle, chugging down three big gulps. he then slammed the bottle down on the table, and swallowed thickly.

“Then take one for the team ‘n kiss me.”