Prompt: Sitting here drinking about you
"There you are."
Joker looked up from his whiskey, spared Ashley a blink then went back to sipping his drink. "Go 'way."
Ashley sidled up beside him and put a hand on her hip. "Thought you didn't drink because of your meds."
He finished off the glass then signaled the barkeep. The turian with the elaborate yellow face markings poured him another glass. Ashley crossed her arms and glared at him.
"Fine, don't answer," she told him. "How about this one: What are you doing here?"
"Sittin' here," Joker answered, took tentative sip of the glass of whiskey. "Drinkin' 'bout you."
Ashley raised an eyebrow. "How many rounds have you had?"
Joker weaved a bit then steadied himself by gripping... oh. Aren't those nice.
"Personal space, Joker," she said removing his hand from her armor's chest plate. She didn't look mad, maybe annoyed. Or...
"You're pretty," he told her. It came out slurred and sounded more like, "Oh, purrdy." He frowned, weaved a bit more.
Ashley steadied him. "Anderson's going to have kittens," she grumbled, watching the helmsman.
In his inebriated state, Joker stared at her, his mind trying to comprehend the possibility of Admiral Anderson actually giving birth to kittens. He frowned. "Not possible," he said at last.
"I can't talk to you when you get like this," Ashley said with a sigh.