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