||Buzzed like a Bee||
– “ Send me a “◄” for a drunk kiss from my muse. “
[nothumananymore]
{First impressions were hard.
They were even harder when you were impaired, which was something Garnet was quickly discovering. Maddie was talking, intermittently as conversation often was, but Garnet was having trouble really committing anything the other was saying to memory. Her mind was like a sieve. A particularly shoddy one, at that.
Eventually, the fusion was left to do nothing more but attempt to watch Maddie’s mouth as they spoke in a last-effort attempt to understand what was being said. Focus on Maddie’s lips turned into lazy exploration of the interesting features of her face, which ultimately turned into over-thinking and analysing exactly what Maddie was.
Whatever she was, the alcohol-soaked synapses of the fusion’s brain decided that it was attractive, and acted on impulse.
In complete disregard for the current sentence that was flowing out of Maddie’s mouth, Garnet drunkenly, and forcefully, shoved her lips against the other’s face-- partially missing her lips and more kissing the outer corner, partially onto the other’s cheek and chin.}
