Liam’s head spun. He clung to Carol, kissing her, and they stumbled to a corner, still locked together. "Thish… thish is the besht night of my life," he mumbled with a drunken grin plastered on his face as he drank his mulled wine.
"I’m glad you’re having fun!"
"I really like you! We… we have to do shomethin’ special…"
"Like what?"
"Something to… to remember thish day. Somethin’ we look at and go, wow, besht fuckin’ night ever! Something that lasts…"
"Like a tattoo?"
"Yesh! Yesh! I could totally do a tattoo!"
"But that’s permanent, my dear."
Liam’s eyes cleared for a fleeting moment of sobriety. "Yes, Carol, I want us to be permanent."
"Aw, Liam, don’t say that! You’re so sweet!" Carol cooed, brushing a hand through his curls.
"Hey, that’sh why they call me sweetie."
"They call you what?"
"Uuuh… nothing. I’m drunk."
"Haha, okay. But do you mean it?"
"Mean it?"
"Something permanent."
"Yesh, totally. One hundred percent, shhure sure," he said, giving her a lopsided thumbs-up.
"I may have an idea," Carol murmured, scanning the room until her eyes landed on a small group near the back. "Wait here for a second."
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