"A party planner. Exciting. Very lively," he commented, nodding his head once in his direction.
"What if I'm a puker?" A pointed look was paired with his statement, but he didn't quite know what their relationship was. Assumptions could definitely be made. Whether or not it was to the point where he wanted the other to see him be sick with a hangover was unsure. He eyed the glass, debating this concept before chugging it all down. The burn and sting of it was faded. It probably meant he should stop.
He leaned against the couch, humming. "Do you just want to sleep with me?"