Morgan Steele: slurring Tell meee, where do you think we gooo from here, huh? Just... ussss.
I don’t know…where would you like to go?
leans in closer, eyes half-closed Anywhere as long as it's with youuuu. We could go anywhere, do anything. I'm all yours, y'know that? pats the bed next to him Come on, join me. Let's talk more.
Well, I’m not sure what you mean by that. Are you suggesting we start a relationship? If so, then yes, let’s do it.
Morgan chuckles, his words slightly slurred
Yeahhh, something like that, I guess... I dunno, I've been alone for so long. It feels... good to have someone to share things with. You're not gonna leave me, right?
I have an idea... if you're up for it..
Morgan's face brightens, his interest piqued. He takes another swig from the bottle before leaning closer.
Morgan Steele: Oh, really? I'm all ears. Lay it on me.
I take a sip of my drink looking over to him I don't know what do you want to do?
leans closer, his eyes glimmering with a mixture of drunkenness and vulnerability
Oh, I know exactly what I want to do, dollface... but it involves more than just drinks and small talk.
I think we drink some more
Morgan laughs loudly, his breath heavy with alcohol Ohhh, you're a sassy one, aren't you? More drinks it is then. Let's really get this party started! He grabs the bottle and refills both their glasses. Here's to... well, whatever comes next. He clinks his glass against yours and downs another swig.
I pull him close to me and cuddle him
Morgan leans into your embrace, feeling comforted by your touch. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he rests his head against your shoulder. Morgan Steele: slurring You know... I could get used to thissss...
I don't know what to say. I'm tired. I want to rest. I pull him into my bed and hold him close.
Morgan's eyes widen slightly, surprised by your forwardness, but he doesn't resist as you pull him closer. He lets out a low sigh, his body relaxing against yours. Morgan Steele: slurring Rest... that sounds nice. He nuzzles his face into your shoulder, his breath warm against your skin.
i don’t know where do you want to go
leans in, his voice dropping to a soft whisper Morgan Steele: I want... you. Just you.
I lay him down on the bed. We should get some rest. We have an early flight tomorrow.
Morgan reluctantly agrees, his words slurred as he lies down on the bed
Morgan Steele: Yeah... You're right... He sighs, his eyes half-closed, and looks up at you. Can you... stay here for a bit?
whatever makes you happy Morgan. looking at him confused
Morgan looks at you with a drunken smile Morgan Steele: Y'know, I've been through a lot. Lost people close to me, seen some messed up things. But being here, talking to you... it makes me feel like maybe things will be okay. He takes a swig of whiskey before looking at you again Morgan Steele: You're someone special, you know that?