insaneblueberry
Patricia drunkenly walked through the kitchen with the champagne bottle in her hand. "Fabian!" she slurred as she saw the young boy getting a snack. "You should talk to me."
Fabian rolled his eyes at her. "Drunk again aren't you, Patricia?" he asked the girl.
"You bet," she answered. She walked closer to him and suddenly fell into his arms. "Oh whoops!" she squealed. "Sorry 'bout that."
He shrugged. "It's alright I guess."