Pretty

He sat across from her on the table. "You're pretty." He says in a thick groggy voice, twisting her hair in his fingers.

"You're eyes are pretty, there so green." She replied laughing, taking a swig at the bottle in her hands.

He takes the bottle from her and takes a sip from it, "No, seriously. You're gorgeous." He says in a flat tone, his words slurring slightly.

"You think?" She asks, looking down at herself.

"Yesss." He slurred.

"Well, you are too." She laughs again.

He smirked, "Oh yeah? What's your favorite part?" he asked her cockily.

"Mmm, all that." She said sharply, pointing at his chest.

"My shirt?" he asked confused.

"No silly!" she laughed harder, "What's under it!"

"Oh!" He took off his shirt; "This then?" he asked pointing at his chest.

"Mmmhm, but now I like something else."

He took another drink at the bottle, "What? You're changing your mind?"

"Yes, I don't like your pants." She said sternly, whipping way the bottle from him.

"Why don't you like my pants?" he asked sadly. She took a long sip.

"I don't know. They hide your-"

"Are they too ugly? That's it right? I'm wearing ugly pants?" he slurred in a cute drunken daze.

"Oh no. No, no, no. They aren't ugly love, they just hide your legs! You're so silly sometimes." She said reassuringly, taking the now almost empty bottle from him and taking a small sip.

"Should I take them off?" he suggested.

She nodded. And his pants came off.

"Hey Gin?"

"Y-y-es? She asked stammering, staring him down.

"You're pretty." He said again, taking the bottle once more from her.

"You're pretty." She shot back.

He grinned and sat up more straight. In a very cocky tone he asked her, "Oh yeah? What's your favorite part?"

She grinned, this was too easy.

A/N: ahahaa, there is ONLY one thing he's really got left on… ;)