"Come on, Bond, let's go home," Angel said teasingly, twirling the tail of her black, plastic cat suit in her hand and raising an eyebrow at Collins. She hooked her arm around his, holding him steady as he made a valiant effort not to stumble.

"Okay, Pussy," he said, drunkenly, then stopped in his tracks, giggling. Angel grinned at him. She loved how silly he could get when he was drunk.

"What, Mr. Bond?" she asked curiously, swatting him with her tail. Somehow, Collins managed to grab it before Angel could pull it back and he looked at it intently before looking into Angel's face.

"Pussy," he said, giggling again.

Angel laughed out loud at the look of sheer amusement on his face, but then calmed, replacing her grin with a confused expression.

"What's so funny about that, hmm?" she asked innocently, bumping him with her hip.

"Pussy," Collins repeated, trying to put on the same air he had when explaining something to one of his classes, but failing miserably due to his drunkenness. "See Ang," he continued, "You're pussy. Because you're dressed as a cat," he nodded solemnly, gesturing to her outfit, and Angel laughed again. He was so cute when he was drunk.

"You're right, Collins, I am," she said, as though congratulating a five-year-old who had just figured out that one plus one equals two. She was about to speak again when Collins placed a hand on her leg, running it over the tight, dark material from her knee to her hip. She felt a shiver run through her at his touch, a small sigh escaping her lips.

"Shiny," Collins said, hand lingering on her hip. He then trailed his hand lazily up her stomach to her chest, pressing his hand over her heart and lifting his eyes to meet hers. "Sexy,"

Angel was sure she would melt right there. As drunk as he may have been, there was no mistaking the look of complete love and adoration on his face. He might not have been terribly eloquent when he was drunk, but Collins' eyes always told the story his mouth could not.

"Well then, Mr. Bond," she purred seductively, when she had regained her composure, "Why don't you take your Pussy home and show her just how sexy you think she is?"

Collins nodded vigorously. He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward their apartment, suddenly seeming much more sober than he had only moments before.