#drink count

“Mmmmm. You smell like cinnaminnamon.” Arthur hums. “an smoke an’ good things. Food things.” Arthur leaned as if to lean into him before instead pulling back to drape gayly over his chair. “ nooooooooo touchie. But ahhhh......gimme drank. yer right i’m jus--.” He paused as his head swam. “Um. words. food. Things. ”

“....” Arthur smiled at him. He reached out and touched his hand, face flushed with alcohol. “Every time’s worth it.” That said, the other hand helped him tip back the newest drink.

“Mmmh....” Arthur hummed. and leaned his head on his arm. “Mbbe.”

Arthur takes his shot and a second without hesitation.

“HHHHhaaaaa’s fine i’s fineeee...” Arthur laid against him like a ragdoll, head tilting back to look up at him. “S’not like I don’t deserve it an’ all-- but you’re-- you-- you’re so....” His hand reaches up and he pinches one of Splatter’s cheeks. “How are you so high up why arreee you talllllllll? Mister-- caastle-- tree- man-vania--”

“I’m-- I’m gona tell Luuuuuuna.” Arthur says simply, before downing another shot.

“PFSH HSHSHSHHS” Arthur downs another drink. “I park ou r out... out the window for any-- any given reason. Feeeeeeelin’s ain’t-- they ain’t special.  Chan eil mi a 'toirt fuck--”

“Saysss you.” Arthur huffs, before downing the next drink. “And whaaat you say’s’s right. You’re a-- fuckin-- you’re a sasuke cinnamon stick legged hot red cardinal bitch instead.”