Patton's POV:

Thomas had gone out with Joan and Talyn for the night, so his house was empty. I thought I saw some left over pizza so I'm totally not going to snag a piece. W-What are you talking about?

I opened the fridge to take out the box of pizza, when a strange bottle caught my eye. It looked like a bottle of apple juice! It had an apple tree on the side. I love apple juice!

I smiled as I picked up the bottle. I'm sure Thomas wouldn't mind. I frowned as I looked at the cap. It was weirdly shaped, and hurt my hand to try and twist it off. Oh! Isn't there a thing called a "bottle opener" for these? I rummaged through the drawers of the kitchen finding what I was looking for. I popped the cap off, jumping at the noise.

I put the bottle opener back and took a drink from the bottle. It tasted funny... I coughed a little. I didn't think it was apple juice, but it kinda tastes it only it was weird. It didn't taste bad, just strong with something I couldn't place. I took another few sips, realizing the more I drank it the better it tasted. Pretty soon I finished the whole bottle, and I felt really good!

I want another one!

Logan's POV:

Something was bothering me. I couldn't quite place it in, but I had a supposed "bad feeling" in my stomach. I stopped in front of Patton's room, contemplating knocking on the door. Sighing in frustration with the "feeling" in my stomach, I knocked. No response. I knocked again, this time louder.

"Patton?" I called. Nothing. I frowned, opening the door slowly. "Patton?"

He wasn't here. I frowned, confused. Where could he be? I left and enter the common room, finding Roman siting on the couch. His appearance was very... shocking. His face was bright red, and he had a hand over his mouth as he looked at the ground with wide eyes.

"Uh, Roman?"

He jumped, looking up at me. "Oh, greetings Logan," he said, fixing his hair. "Can I be of assistance?"

I nodded. "Do you know where Patton is?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, I don't know," he said. I nodded in the manner to say 'Thank you anyway' and continued looking.

He was no where in the mindscape. Had he sunk down? I sighed. Only one way to find out. I sunk down into Thomas' apartment. "Patton?"

I heard a loud gasp and then the sound of someone stumbling. Patton stumbled out of the kitchen, seeing me and smiling wide. "Logan!!" he exclaimed tripping forward. Fortunately, I caught him. He looked up at me with a big smile and pink cheeks. "Thanks Logan, you know, you're really sexy."

My cheeks grew warm as I quickly figured out what was going on upon seeing the nearly empty bottle in his hand. Patton was, without a doubt, drunk.

"Patton, what are you drinking?" I asked, try to take the bottle from him.

"APPLE JUICE!" he yelled happily. "It's sooooo good! Try some!"

I looked at the bottle. "Patton that's not juice," I said, taking it from him. "How many of these have you had?"

"Three!" Patton said, giggling. My eyes widened; Patton had had three bottles of hard cider. I checked the alcohol percentage. It was fairly high for cider, and considering Patton didn't recognize that it was alcohol from the taste, I inferred that he'd never had it before. This is not going to affect him well-

My train of thought was interrupted as I felt something pull on my necktie. My face felt extremely warm as I looked to see what was happening. Patton was pulling me by the necktie over to the couch.

"Patton what are you doing?" I asked, some urgency in my voice. He giggled as he pushed me onto the couch. "Pa-"

I couldn't get another word out because he'd smashed his lips into mine. I gasped, pulling away.

"P-Patton what are you doing? You're drunk," I told him while keeping my hands on his shoulders to hold him back.

"I wanna kiss you though!" he whined.

I sighed, standing up. "No, no, you don't Patton. You're intoxicated, and it's interfering with your judgement," I told him. I was telling him, and reminding myself.

I walked to the kitchen to dispose of the bottles, trying to distract myself from the strange tingling feeling I felt on my lips.

No, no Logan, I told myself. He's drunk. He doesn't know what he's doing or what he's saying.

I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around with a sigh. "Yes, Patton?"

He was looking up with a pout and sad eyes. "Do you not want to kiss me, Logan?" he said sadly. "Am I not smart enough?"

My heart figuratively broke. "No, that's-"

"Am I ugly?" he asked, eyes swimming with tears. The alcohol was really effecting him; Patton was already an emotional "person" but with the alcohol added as well he was just a wreck.

"Patton that's not-"

I stopped, because he started crying. I have no idea what to do with crying! I'm terrible with emotions!

"No, no, Patton, that's not it at all!" I said placing my hands on his shoulders as he rubbed at the tears flowing down he cheeks.

"T-Then w-what's w-wrong with me?" he asked pitifully. I couldn't take it any more.

I leaned in pressing a firm kiss to his lips. I felt him freeze in shock. I pulled away, looking him in the eye. "I want to kiss you, but I refuse to take advantage of your drunk state of mind."

Patton was quiet for a moment before lifting a hand to his lips. "My lips are tingly," he said, smiling a tiny bit as he looked up at me. He had wiped away the remainder of the tears. "You made my lips tingly."

He giggled, leaning up a pressing his finger to my lips. I blushed at the feeling. "Are yours tingly?" he asked with a wide smile.

I chuckled a little with nod. "Yes Patton, my lips are tingly," I said, amused by how surprised he was.

"I want another one!" Patton said, leaning up to kiss me again. I laughed with a blush obvious on my cheeks as I pecked his cheek.

"When you're sober, and still want one, then you can come to me," I told him, with a small smile. "Now come on, I'm making sure you don't do anything stupid."

The Next Day

I sat reading a book on the couch when Patton trudged into the room. He looked exhausted and was probably hungover.

"Morning Patton," I greeted him. He said nothing, and simply sat down next to me. I put my book down. "What do you need?"

"A kiss," he said, causing my heart to skip a beat. I looked at him in shock as my cheeks turned red. He was definitely sober this time, but still asking me for a kiss.

"Patton, are you sure you-"

I couldn't finish my sentence before he grabbed me by my tie and kissed me hard. My eyes went wide as he pulled away and just looked at me.

"Thank you, by the way," he said, letting go of my tie. "For not kissing me that much while I was drunk."

"Of course, I don't want to take advantage of anyone-"

"Not because of that," Patton said, looking at me with a smile as he brushed his nose to mine. I blushed with a small smile. "I want to be sober when I kiss you so I can get drunk on your lips."