Sveta let herself fall over and on top of Yang, feeling woozy from the alcohol.  In fact, the situation looked almost disturbingly like a setup to get Sveta and Yang cuddling each other on the couch...which, wasn't that what Yang had wanted?  Arms feel at the sides of Yang, even as Sveta's head lowered.  "Imma feel tired nah...not gun move for a while, hope 'zats fine with yuuu..."  And, almost true to her word, Sveta would fall asleep on top of Yang.  Her mostly-slim body moved up-down, up-down, as she breathed.  Well?  What would Yang do with a pile-ful of drunk and cute Sveta passed out on top of her?  She was pretty light, she could definitely carry her.