"Woah woah, you are more drunk than I thought." Shea commented watching him undress in front of her.
"I am not, tust me." He said trying to remove the buckle of his leather pants.
"Tust you or trust you?"
"Hmm, I don't know." He knew how drunk he is, definitely much more than he planned.
Qihe easily gets drunk and from his current state, Shea supposed it to be three bottles of champagne but the man just took half a bottle. It was getting out of hands as time passed by, kicking in more of the alcohol content into his system. He could barely see anything properly and he wanted to just eat some ice cubes to help his burning throat. Those would be a bad mark on his manliness so he was just trying to take a hold of those.
"Stop dancing."
"I am not dancing, this is just vibing." He answered still figuring out how to remove the belt.
