"Jim," he groused, leaning away but getting pulled along nonetheless. "You're getting nothing but water and food when we get back to sober you up and fight the oncoming hangover. Clearly you're a little more drunk than you think." Prettiest person? Kisses? Sure, they don't hate each other, but they butt heads often enough that this all seems...sudden. Must be a flirty drunk. ...Flirtier drunk. Somehow.