The liquid effects of the alcohol clouded my senses, my judgement. A shock ran through me as he issued a breathy contact. Oh hell no. This simply won't do. I leaned up and pressed my rosets to his own, savoring the taste that came along with it. Booze, skittles, and... man. Dammit all. Why must i do this to myself? Oh well. Live like you were dying. Live like there's no tommorrow. Live every moment as if it were your last. I pulled back, lowered my opts to our paws. A smile creapt over my beatuiful features at the sight. Yours for the night? Suree. If it makes you happy. Don't know why you'd want me though. I then led him into the building, threw tickets at the band, and walked us to the theater numbered three. I tugged him along behind me, zenith tilted up to study the objects in my path. I pulled him up to the top row and flopped down into the rather confortable seats. The Notebook started playing. What the hell had i bought? What the hell was the Notebook?? Ohhh shit. Oh well. I pushed the arm of the chair up and moved closer to Chase's side. My posture was relaxed, my illuminations studying not the screen, but up at his features, wondering upon his reaction to my sudden, affectionate closeness.