"That is a predator!" Gaz adresses you, concerned. You're drunk, perched in Price's lap, and squeezing his cheeks. You wiggle his head as he smiles and chuckles 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 Gaz, continuing your actions with Price.