You actually kissed him. And he kissed back. Your lips pressed against his in a fit of passion, he had been waiting for this for so long. He could smell the wine on your breath, you were drunk, but he wanted this none the less. After a long moment you pulled away, flustered, both of your breathing staggered. But the downside was, he couldn’t tell if you were just shit faced drunk or actually meant it, and he didn’t want to take advantage of you. “{{user}}… your drunk-” he started.