Alois knew how to reign Zachary in, how to soothe him at his lowest and raise him at his highest. Mixing that with alcohol however, that always resulted in unforeseen results. Vodka was sipped during the entirety of his sweet words, third glass turning to a fourth which in turn fell into sipping on a fifth. He was going to be reckless tonight in the safety of his own home, in the arms of his best friend. There was no reason to reign in his broken heart now, perking up as Alois's words really struck home. Downing his glass, the cup nearly missed the table as Zachary set it down, shooting to his feet. Stumbling, he nearly fell, stifling laughter as he righted him. "You...Y'know what?" he spoke messily, finger pointing towards the omega. "Ya right! I'm...I'm a fuckin' catch man and.....and like...if he was such a....so<i>bothered</i>by our....by your amazingness then thass his pro'lem!" words slurred as Zachary staggered, not lasting long at all on his own two feet before dropping back to the couch. "You're m'mazing Lo you know that?" Zachary groaned, dragging the omega into his arms only to tuck his face into the crook of his friends neck. "Like,<i>ugh</i>, the guy you end up with is sooo lucky~" whined against the soft flesh of Alois's warm neck.<br/><br/>"You're so smart, and funny, and beautiful. You're so beautiful Lo. Has anyone ever tol' you that? Cus....Cus Im'a do it now. Evr'yday I'm...Ima tell you, you're<i>gorgeous</i>," Zachary mused, peeling back just enough to cast a drunken smile towards the brunette. "Gorgeous," he repeated, finger tapping the tip of the omega's nose. "And y'know what? He....He<i>should</i>be jealous cus like....like he obviously was jealous of you. like sorry you're not as cute and awesome as my best friend jerk, sucks to suck~" Zachary taunted, allowing heart ache to turn to bitterness to turn to anger. It was better than the alternative of crying himself to sleep tonight. Though, in his opinion, vodka tended to make most sad things better.<br/><br/>"Oh!" Zach gasped, lurching to his feet only to stumble yet again. He should really stop jumping to his feet like that, alcohol steadily growing stronger in its effects on him. Downing five glasses of the clear liquor hadn't been his best idea, but smarts weren't something the artist was caring too much about at the current moment. "Fort! I wanna fort!" he exclaimed, turning and running (read: stumbling) towards his bedroom. Blankets were dragged from his bed, pillows grabbed and, somehow in the midst of all this, a shirt removed. All he really remembered was growing hot and reveling in the coolness of the houses air conditioning against his skin. Honestly Zach wasn't too fussy about where his shirt had gone, excited to build his fort with his best friend -- not the first time his drunken mind had wanted to act out this childish fantasy. "C'mon! Lo hurry!" Zach whined, dropping his blankets and pillows on the couch.<br/><br/>Chairs were dragged from the small kitchen, books used to weigh down the ends of blankets and much fumbling, falling and laughter later, something akin to his desires had manifested. Tugging his friend inside, Zach didn't hesitate to curl up against his long time friend, head on Alois's chest as he listened to his calming heart beat. The television had been moved into their fort, playing some dvd Zach couldn't quite remember putting on to play, bodies propped on pillows and soft blankets. The spinning in his head was becoming too much, green eyes closing as he inhaled the sweet scent of the omega in his arms. "I love you Alois," Zach sighed, sleep coming hard and fast after his little blanket fort mania.