Dan sighed as he watched his girlfriend, the love of his life (probably); drunkenly stumble around the party flirting with the few boys who were still upright. Only one thing made her want to get this drunk, her parents.
"Daaaaanny," she whined throwing her arms around his neck, falling into his lap, "Don't make me go." She pouted, pooching her lips out, "Pwease?" she begged in her baby voice before bursting into giggles.
Dan rolled his eyes and smirked at her; poor thing didn't understand what parental pressure really was.
"Mia, I've told you a hundred times; your parents are not that bad. You've never met my family, but trust me they are ten times worse than anything your parents can dish out."
"I'd rather come with you and meet them." She stated empathetically.
"You don't mean that." Dan murmured, kissing her forehead gently.
"Yes I do!" She nearly yelled, pleading with her eyes. "You've met my parents. Why can't I meet yours?"
"You really mean it?" he questioned incredulously. "I mean, if you're really serious, I'm leaving at 8 AM on Sunday."
"I'll call my parents in the morning." She said softly, bringing her mouth to his and kissing him softly, moving her hands under his shirt as the kiss heated up. Dan groaned internally before gently pulling her hands off him. "You're drunk." He whispered softly, their faces inches apart.
Mia hung her head for a moment but conceded, kissing him softly and sweetly before standing up. And promptly falling back into his lap. "Let's sleep here." She giggled, laying back on him. Dan merely chuckled as he reclined on the couch, positioning his arms around Mia, and promptly falling asleep.