and I loved you so much it was making me sick
He’s so, so drunk, and Vai can’t keep the smirk from her face as he leans in, all clumsy kisses and warm sentiment. Her arm stays around him as a steadying presence, lest they both end up going for a tumble, but his questions do beg for answers. ”What about them?” she echoes, expression softening further especially as the hand comes up to capture her cheek, turning her face towards him. Vai rests her hand over Zeph’s, enjoying the touch more than she can say.
Whiskey sweet and unexpected given his inebriation, Vai bites back the quip she wants to say to deflect away from his words, cheeks flushing coral in the wake of the attention. ”What does that mean?” she asks, only half sure she wants the answer, before she’s smiling again. Can he kiss her? Way to make them both feel like teenagers. ”Only if you promise to kiss me again when you’re sober,” she says.
Whiskey sweet and unexpected given his inebriation, Vai bites back the quip she wants to say to deflect away from his words, cheeks flushing coral in the wake of the attention. ”What does that mean?” she asks, only half sure she wants the answer, before she’s smiling again. Can he kiss her? Way to make them both feel like teenagers. ”Only if you promise to kiss me again when you’re sober,” she says.
