“Michael, behave, please?” You whisper, moving his wine glass a little closer to you.
Michael leans in closer so only you can hear, “Only if you sit on my face when we go home,” he laughs through his slurred words.
“Jesus,” you roll your eyes, blush creeping up your neck and looking around to make sure no one is aware of what he’s saying.
Michael kisses your cheek, “Nope, it’s Michael. And I’m going to take that as a yes” he says between sips of water.
michael getting wine drunk (bc wine makes him feel lavish) at dinner and wanting to just touch you everywhere and keeps leaning in and whispering things into your ear even when you bat at his shoulder, blushing and telling him to stop but hes got alcohol in his veins and his pretty girl next to him so he doesnt care about the world
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Toad's Cave 