"Yeah it does sound perfect." he chuckled, dreading the hangover tomorrow. He knew the moment he woke up he would be cursing himself for what he had done. He had a weakness for whiskey. And it haunted him sometimes. He held his head as if imagining the pain in the morning. Then he felt her hands around his waist, saying she was scared to sleep along.<br/><br/>"Vira what do you-?" Before he could answer she had leaned up and pressed her lips against his. he froze a bit from the shock. He had never been kissed before, and he wasn't prepared for it. But the alcohol clouded his mind and he found his hands placed on her waist, pressing his lips back against hers. "Alright....I'll stay." he said.