About two hours later, still sitting at the dining room table, giggling helplessly at everything and anything. "Max," Logan said reaching out for the wine bottle. He started laughing again as he picked up the bottle. He tried to put on a serious face. "We just drank an entire bottle of wine." They were silent a moment before they both started hysterically laughing again.
"I think you drank most of it. I only had like two or three or six glasses." But even as she said this, she picked up her glass and drained the last sip. This sent them both off on another fit of laughter. Logan put his elbows up on the table. "Did I ever tell you that you were pretty?" Again, they both snorted. Max replied the action, putting her own elbows up and propping up her head. "Did I ever tell you that I love you?" This made them roll with laughter. Max was leaning over gripping her sides.
"And I love you."
Suddenly, the both stopped laughing.
"What?" They both said simultaneously.
They were silent for another moment.
"What did you say?" Max asked standing.
"What did you say?" Logan rose also. They both walked, or stumbled, around the table till they were standing within inches of each other. Then they both started laughing again.
Max grabbed Logan's arm and stumbled to the couch. They were both doubled over with laughter. "I…can't...breathe!" Logan gasped.
"We…have…to…stop…laughing." Max said, tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard.
"Too…much…wine…. drunk…. we're drunk." Logan managed. Max leaned over, wrapping an arm around Logan and kissed his cheek. Then she almost immediately fell asleep, slumping over onto Logan, her face pressed against his chest. Logan smiled, as he was feeling pretty sleepy himself, and brushed a strand of hair off her face. He'd never had the chance to watch Max sleep before, and might not have the chance again, so he cherished these moments. He slowly moved her, so she wouldn't wake, and laid back and watched her sleep. The last thought he had before drifting off to sleep himself was that he was going to buy and entire case of whatever wine they had just drank.
"I think you drank most of it. I only had like two or three or six glasses." But even as she said this, she picked up her glass and drained the last sip. This sent them both off on another fit of laughter. Logan put his elbows up on the table. "Did I ever tell you that you were pretty?" Again, they both snorted. Max replied the action, putting her own elbows up and propping up her head. "Did I ever tell you that I love you?" This made them roll with laughter. Max was leaning over gripping her sides.
"And I love you."
Suddenly, the both stopped laughing.
"What?" They both said simultaneously.
They were silent for another moment.
"What did you say?" Max asked standing.
"What did you say?" Logan rose also. They both walked, or stumbled, around the table till they were standing within inches of each other. Then they both started laughing again.
Max grabbed Logan's arm and stumbled to the couch. They were both doubled over with laughter. "I…can't...breathe!" Logan gasped.
"We…have…to…stop…laughing." Max said, tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard.
"Too…much…wine…. drunk…. we're drunk." Logan managed. Max leaned over, wrapping an arm around Logan and kissed his cheek. Then she almost immediately fell asleep, slumping over onto Logan, her face pressed against his chest. Logan smiled, as he was feeling pretty sleepy himself, and brushed a strand of hair off her face. He'd never had the chance to watch Max sleep before, and might not have the chance again, so he cherished these moments. He slowly moved her, so she wouldn't wake, and laid back and watched her sleep. The last thought he had before drifting off to sleep himself was that he was going to buy and entire case of whatever wine they had just drank.