"Why do flamingos stand on one leg?" Taylor turned his head to look at Jayden, waiting a few seconds before answering for himself. "Because if they brought the other one up too, they'd fall over." He started giggling as well, his brain completely fried.
Jayden started giggling again, holding their stomach as they rolled on the floor. "Then why do they even stand on one leg in the first place?"
"I dunno man… flamingos are fuckin' weird…" Taylor stuck his tongue out a bit, his eyes unfocused. "Hey, Jay. What do I look like?"
Jayden nodded in agreement. "They are very fucking weird." They also stuck their tongue out, looking at Ray with a smile on their face. "Hmmm–" Their lips turned into a small pout as they tried to focus on Ray, making them look very cute"–Brunet hair, blue eyes, and freckles. We're the same height and you can see your skin so I don't need to describe that."
"Am I prettyyyy?" Taylor sat up and coughed, his face a bit flushed from the alcohol. "You're pretty…" He booped Jayden's nose with one finger.
Jayden blushed deeply at the comment, rolling their eyes. "I am not pretty and yes you are." They also booped Ray's nose with their index finger, a small giggle escaping their lips.
Taylor gasped dramatically and hugged Jayden. "Thank youuuuu… why don't you think you're pretty, though?"
(Bump)
Jayden giggled softly at the hug, hugging back. "Everyone says I'm ugly, because 'oh my fucking god, this idiot says she's 'non-binary,' so something must be wrong with her.'" They replied, making their voice high-pitched and annoying when they imitated their aunt.
"You're not ugly… I'd say to go look in a mirror every once in a while but I don't think that'd help." Taylor started giggling again. "My mom doesn't call me ugly. Just useless, lazy, and ungrateful, usually."
Jayden giggled, booping his nose again for no reason in particular. "You're not useless, lazy, or ungrateful. You are amazing, nice, and funny." They countered. "Also, you keep saying I'm not ugly, what do I look like then if I'm not ugly?"
"You have… your hair's purple, aaaand… taaan… and you've got cool glasses." Taylor grinned. "Like Harry Potter, and that guy's fuckin' lit."
Jayden giggled again, nodding along. "You know that's right, he's fucking amazingggg…"
"Yeaaahhh… magic and shit…" Taylor kept hugging Jayden, basically sitting in their lap by now.
Jayden also kept giggling. "The idea was okay…-ish, and everything was just so cliche. For example, in every story, the main character is special, unique, or has some powers, and they're almost always a fucking orphan. Then they grow up with either an abusive family or a negligent family which would want them to be the center of attention and blah blah blah." They rambled, not minding how close they were. "The author ruins the story every. damn. time."
"Mhmm… I like the series, but Harry himself is kind of an ass… Oh, look at me! I've got a fuckin' scar on my face! Well, good for you bud. I've got dozens on my arms but you don't see me flaunting them." Taylor yawned and lay his head on Jayden's shoulder.
Jayden chuckled softly. "And the only spell he seems to know is Expelliarmus, and the spell was somehow enough to defeat Avada Kedavra, the fucking killing curse!"
(Taylor: hints at depression Jayden: Haha yeah)
"Yeah… doesn't make any fuckin' sense, man…" Taylor yawned a bit.
(Lol, they don't know how to deal with emotional stuff so yea)
"Already sleepy?" Jayden asked, running a hand through their hair.
"I'm drunk. I'm tired." Taylor said simply, wrapping his arms around Jayden's neck.
Jayden couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Wanna go to bed?"
"Fuckin'… buy me dinner first…" Taylor mumbled, still clinging to Jayden.
(Taylor is kind of a mood when he's drunk lmao)
(E)
(Lol, I love drunk Taylor)
"Pizza?" Jayden asked, trying to get their phone out of their back pocket.