“Look, man, here’s the deal. We’re-” He gestured with the bottle between himself, and the other man. “-friends, right? Pals? Buds?” Patto wriggled his eyebrows, unable to stop the outpouring of words.”Well, I have a proposal, for a kind of, exchange, I guess. I have the alcohol,” He swirled the bottle around with a broad grin, eyes wrinkling and gums showing. “-and I’m highkey super sad and lonely, so I thought, hey, you know why makes me feel better-” His own giggles interrupted his rambling. “-when people pat my hair, you know? And I remembered you are nice, and like a good drink, so if I split this with you could you just let me awkwardly invade your personal space for a little while, before I go and sleep this meltdown off?”
There was a pause as he wobbled on the spot, before continuing to speak, suddenly much more timid. Maybe this wasn’t his best idea. “If that’s not cool though, it’s totally fine, we can just drink together. Or something. I’m a bit fucked right now, honestly. Sorry for just fucking rocking up like this.” @tomthewitch