John leaned against Henry heavily, staring up at him with red-rimmed eyes. Was he drunk? He thought about that for a moment... two... three... blinking up at Henry several times. Finally John had made a decision, and grinned sloppily.
"Completely sssmashed." He dragging the 's' out for fun. "You look like you could use some more. Have some more. You know what though?" Pausing, his brow crinkled into a fevered look of sentiment. "You look really... really pretty in this light."
Sticking out his tongue, he swished it wetly up the side of Henry's neck in a long, languid streak, leaving him a nice shiny slime of alcohol-smelling spit on his cheek. As if he had done some magnificent thing, he continued to grin at Henry coyly.