"Elevate your leg you daft bastard and take this off." Alex is three ways to Sunday snockered and has the strength of a rabbit when it comes to trying to pull his boots off. Gene yelps as she leans against his leg. "It's swollen Nurse Ratched, paws off." Swatting her away Alex lands on her bum in an unceremonious thump.
"You need…you need ice." she waggles a finger in his general direction but more towards his duplicate. She's seeing double. "I need another drink." he grumps, trying to reach for the bottle of scotch. Too far away for his fingers and Alex giggles as she crawls around the table to hold it away from him.
"S'what you get for falling up m'stairs."
"It's what I get for trying to get you home before you blither yourself to further insanity, Madam Fruitcake."
"Whatever." Alex takes a swing and winces. "Give it here."
"Fight me for it, limpy."
"You've asked for it." Somehow he manhandles her around, half dragging half swearing until Drake sprawls herself in his lap holding the bottle high.
She screams (laughs) loud enough to wake Luigi, who is considerably less pleased to see the two of them together at four in the morning than he was eight hours previously.
