Hearing her giggle made me realize she was drunk. Crap, that can't be good. If this keeps up we'll be swapping stories about all the badass things we've done. Then we'll fool around, realize in the morning we still hate each other and I'm still the monster.
"Sure. Here." Handed her the marshmallow sticks, getting up off my ass and staggering toward the bedroom. Managed to finish my drink on the way without spilling which should be worth at least two points.
"We aren't gonna do this Harvelle. Get some shut eye." Maybe in some other place where she wasn't a paranoid bug hunter and I wasn't, well, me. Drunk or not I could see what was coming if I kept eying her when I hoped she wasn't looking. She could pout and act as put out as she wanted, I wasn't going to mess with her.
Stumbled to the bed, falling onto it face first my eyes already closed. My feet were dangling over the edge but I was more concerned about the slow spin the room was doing. "I'm never drinking again." I'd said that a lot the last few weeks. Usually right about this point in the story as a matter of fact.
"Oyster cracker smores." Cracked up a little, the last thought before I drifted off running through my mind. "Takes a cracker to know a cracker."