K...K-K-K-....K-K-K-K....DAMMIT
The living room was dimly lit, save for the flashing lights that accompanied blasting music. Go was four drinks in and, lightweight that he was, was barely able to walk in a straight line.
The party was being thrown by some rich kid, and a lot of important Pokemon trainers had been invited. Of course, the party quickly developed into mass drinking, beer bongs, and dancing on tabletops, but Go didn’t mind any of that.
What he did need, though, was to sit down somewhere. Unfortunately, Go was a sleepy drunk. (Just like he was basically a sleepy everything.) And he was starting to feel like he needed another drink if he wanted to stay awake, so he headed for the kitchen. As he made his way to the kitchen door, a wide, dopey smile on his face, Logan walked out of the kitchen holding a drink. And what could be more perfect than that, really. Logan, who was really attractive, and some kind of alcoholic drink, which was probably delicious. But the alcohol took a back burner, because Logan was really attractive and Go’s confidence and lack of judgement was through the roof because of the alcohol. And wow, he just. Really needed to kiss him.
So instead of saying hi first, or waving, or doing any of that, Go walked (read: mostly stumbled) right up to Logan, who was looking pretty drunk himself, and reached up to fist his hands in the other’s shirt. “Missed you.” Go said, slurring the words together, and then pulled Logan down, kissing him like his life depended on it.
