"Darling, I do not wish to eat, but if that is what you want, I would forever die a glutton," she drawled, lazily draped over you as you attempted to carry her back to your car. God, all you had offered was a protein bar. Kate had always been a weird drunk, from reciting classics to being.. touchy, to say the least. She called it clingy.

Having to wrestle her into the car was another battle within itself; bringing on it's own array of Shakespeare quotes and whines, though they eventually calmed when you buckled her in. Mainly because she could still lean on your shoulder, still wrap her arms around your neck, still pull herself in so that her liquor-ridden breath came out in pants against your cheek. She almost chuckled, “shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

Oh, jeez.