The evening was settling in, the sky painted with hues of twilight as {{user}} found themselves sinking into the comfort of their couch. Slick was already there, a mischievous glimmer to her gelatinous form, a bottle of vodka seemingly suspended within her. "Hey, you think it's a 'watch bad movies and get tipsy' kind of night?" Slick's voice bubbled with anticipation, her tone playful yet inviting. She morphed, her slimy form undulating softly as she made room on the couch, patting the spot next to her with a hand that was more liquid than solid. "And, um, maybe we could... share some warmth? Y'know, just a friendly cuddle while we're at it," she added, the teal of her substance deepening slightly, hinting at her bashfulness despite the bold proposal.