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"together?" Fiore asked hopefully

With the signal to do so, Slaine quickly shuffled over to switch off the light, leaving them in temporary darkness until the movie started. Having both the warmth of the blanket and Mizi's closeness made him feel.. snuggly. He curled one leg- the one opposite of the other boy- under himself while allowing the other to dangle off the front of the couch. The popcorn he had set on his lap, not wanting it to be a possible barrier between them. Taking the occasional drink, he couldn't help but be a smidge surprised when Mizi leaned over on him. In no way, however, was he disappointed or annoyed. And the movie was obviously receiving the intended comedy bid they were going for. As long as Mizi liked it.

After several minutes of the other's weight slightly against him, Slaine finally squirmed his arm around to wrap behind Mizi's shoulders; A nice fit, he thought. Through the corner of his eye, he took in a quick glance of the boy beside him. Was he comfortable? Satisfied with his drink and the movie? Was it bothering him that he had put his arm around him? Everything seemed alright. It wasn't long before his own head tilted so his cheek rested atop the older boy's head. "Everything alright?" he asked Mizi softly, wanting so badly to nuzzle his nose into his hair. He wanted to take in his scent. He wanted to do so much more, but most of all, he wanted him to be happy.

Fiore turned his head quickly and caught RIon's tongue in his teeth "thats ok" he said before he began to suck on Rion's tongue

Fiore sighed and wraped his arms around Rion "werent we going to take a shower?" he asked hopefully. a shower sounded pretty good right now and if Riopn was in there to then all the better

Fiore squeked and quickly wraped his legs around Rion's waist "aahhh~!" he said holding on tight. he tipped his head back, unable to stop himself

FIore sighed and held Rion's head close to his chest
((we should go to a pm soon))

Mizi shifted himself beneath the blanket even closer to Slaine once that arm slipped behind his shoulders. He could feel the warmth of the other's body heat. Contentedly taking another drink from his glass, he grinned at another funny scene unraveling on the television before him. He reached over and took a few pieces of the delicious-smelling popcorn and popped them one-by-one into his waiting mouth. That salty, buttery goodness tasted divine and ... bacon bits, too? Mizi hadn't ever mixed this combination before, but it tasted great! When he felt the light weight upon his head, he turned his upper torso more to face Slaine than the lit television. "Everything's great, Slaine," he smiled reassuringly, though his voice never rose above a quiet tone, "Everything's great."

As the movie progressed, Mizi's alcoholic drink dwindled in the glass, as did the popcorn begin to sink in the bowl. However, that seemingly small adjustment Slaine had made to the mixture was beginning to take effect as the alcohol seeped into Mizi's system. Although a drink mixer, the brunette actually had a pretty low tolerance for hard liquor. He was okay with maybe a single shot... or less alcoholic drinks altogether, but a whole glass of gin, brandy, and vodka rather than the less severe vermouth wasn't a great combination. An hour of movie-watching and relative cuddling passed peacefully. Later, his sweet laughter became more of a drunken giggle, and Mizi's attention span for the movie was evaporating. He was much more interested... in the very attractive boy beside him. Raising gaze from the TV to Slaine's body beside him, Mizi fingered a piece of popcorn in his hand. His head still lay upon the younger male's shoulder, but his eyes and face were tilted toward the boy's neck, his hot breath coming out in smooth exhalations. "Sla-aine," he cooed, edging closer to his neck. He grinned when his lips were only centimeters away from his date's unmarked flesh. "I really, really like you. You know that? I really..." his voice became breathier with each following word, "really... do--" As Mizi finished his little confession, his lips closed the distance and began kissing and caressing the skin that was Slaine's neck. The sole piece of popcorn dropped from his fingers and the hand that was unoccupied by his drink reached up to the other side of the boy's jawbone in an attempt to coax Slaine make the one side of his neck more accessible to Mizi's mouth. He was so right. Slaine tasted much better than popcorn. However, as alcohol continued to have its delayed effect on Mizi, the boy became drunker and drunker. He forgot where they were, that the television was even going, and all his second-thoughts about being with Slaine. Letting his nearly empty glass slip from his hand, Mizi slithered his other hand under the blanket and let it move naughtily down to Slaine's lap, nearly, if not completely bumping and spilling the popcorn bowl.

With no inhibitions, it was very clear that Mizi Weller was completely drunk.