"Y'know, Fosterrrr, I ain't even ever seen you under that bloody mask.." Scully spoke with a slur, obviously completely smashed at this point, lopsided grin hidden under his balaclava. With a sloppy movement his hand jerked up hooking under the mask just enough for him to pull it up, revealing the other male's face, "Weeeell, aren't you a stunnerr." His own mask was pulled down and he leaned up giving the other male a very sloppy kiss. Tasted of beer too, lucky chap.
"What.. What're you going on about you bloooody cunt.." Foster managed to garble out, staring at him with a lopsided stare. The two had obviously been drinking, perhaps a little too much. And the masked male couldn't help but let out a half surprised half slurred grunt of confusion when the other grabbed him and shoved their lips together. He would have screamed and punched him square in the nose if he wasn't so smashed. Instead he just grabbed him and pulled him closer, chuckling slightly. "I h--ope this is all a dream, or this will be.. one 'ell of a conversation in the morning, eh..?"
