Shippies arn't so bad... are they? :MATURE:

"Don't giggle at me." Carlos moaned, punching Skye's arm jokingly.

The red head giggled childishly. He was drunk, very drunk clearly.

Carlos pouted and stuck his tongue out at Skye. If there's one thing he hated, it was being called cute. If they said he was handsome, or good looking, it wouldn't be so bad.

Skye couldn't help but laugh.
"Cute" he smiled at Carlos

Trying to show that he wasn't getting pleasure from his hair being stroked was beyond impossible as his tail continued to sway.
"Not my fault." He grumbled.

Skye chuckled.
"Yer like a dog yer know tha'..." he continued to stroke Carlos' hair.

His dark grey tail began to wag faster and his smile widenned. He began to pant as a dog would that was receiving this much attention.

Skye couldn't help but smiled and stroke Carlos' hair.

Huddling close to the red head, he nuzzled against his torso and smiled inanely. With no intention to, he grew his wolf-ish tail and it swished by side to side gently batting against Skye.

The red headnd continued to huff.

Carlos continued to giggle, though he tried to hide it through slight snorts. "Nothin'."

Skye huffed.
"w'ats 'o funny..."

Snorting rather loudly, Carlos burst into laughter and slid down the wall eventually to the floor. Still in fits of laughter.

He nodded. He took another drink from the glass and pulled a face putting it down after.
"Dun' think ah'll be drin'in an'mor' t'nig't"

Much to Carlos' surprise he wasn't yet on the floor. Instead, he stood leaning against the wall looking rather drowzy. "Really?"

"Deal!"
After the first few glasses the red head started to regret it, he'd never been the best with alcohol. Skye found himself incredably drunk and sitting on the floor holding a glass in his hand slurring as he spoke to Carlos.
"Y'kno... yer 'he firs' teache' 'ho ac'ually car'd...."

"You're on!" Carlos said with a grin, raising his glass up. "First person to vomit, loses."

"hrmmm... let me think on that" the red head rubbed his chin carefully trying not to grin "maybe I am"
Smirking he raised a glass.
"Bet you can't drink more than me"

Drinking the rest of the liquid, Carlos smirked at Skye challengingly. "Are you trying to say I can't handle a lot of alcohol?"

He couldn't help but laugh at Carlos' reaction.
"Loads of vodka with a small amount of cranberry juice, just thought you needed something 'easy' to start off with"

Taken by surprise by this quick demand, Carlos took the glass and raised it to his lips. Taking a large gulp of the liquid, he coughed and his eyes began to water. "What is that?" he asked between coughs.

"Shut up and drink this" the red head said as he moved a glass towards Carlos that was filled to the brim with a reddish liquid.

Walking over to him slowly, he stood next to him and put an arm around him. "I'm really sorry..." He said, still brooding over what he had said.

The red head was downstairs mixing the alcohol, he was taking his time over it, wanting to get it spot on. Sighing he put the vodka down and leant against the surface and looked at the wall. His shoulders hunched slightly.

Carlos stayed upstairs for almost 20 minutes, thinking about what he had said and how he could make it better. Sighing, he stood up and walked downstairs to check on Skye.