His bet was right up Alaskaâs alley. The girl had seen The Last Song enough times to know that Liam initiated most of the kisses - which meant that a delightfully tipsy redhead was watching her pretty sloshed best friend slur around like a hot mess - it was cute, though. He...
Alaska smirked at him, feigning as though she was deep in thiught, trying to discover if she liked him or his hair. "..bothh." She said slowly, finally. She slowly smiled, nodding at him. "And you are drunk. I told you. I'm never wrong." she boasted about her intelligence for a moment, alcohol consumption bringing a certain cockiness to light. She was always cocky, but she didn't normally show it for the sake of being polite.
"I love you too, Freds. Pinky swear." She helped him maneuver the entire gesture without much prompting besides assuming his motor skills were fucked with his inebriated state. She frowned, remembering what he said before. "How'm I s'posed t' make you feel better?" She whined as she asked. It sounded like a lot of work. "You jus' needa sleep it off..." Alaska gave him an assertive nod. She was never wrong.
"Here, sit up." She said in a tone that was a little more gentle, not wanting him in her lap anymore. She assisted him into a sitting possesion, helping him recline his head back against the couch. "Better?" she asked, smiling as she scooched in closer to him. "Th' movie's over if y' want me to switch it." she added quietly.










