Mitch grew somewhat uneasy as Karaiyah spoke on, seeming less and less in her right mind with each word. He could tell that she was annoyed at her own inability to express her thoughts, a problem not uncommon with the drunk, he thought with a smirk. He had to blush, just a little, at all the nice things she said. She thought very highly of him, it seemed, even though they'd just met. 
He couldn't get a word in, however, before she pulled herself close and kissed him.
His eyes widened, and for a moment he just sat still, surprised. It only took that second, however, for him to come to his senses and gently pull away, taking Karaiyah by the wrists and returning them to her lap. While he wasn't exactly opposed to the idea, the situation felt far too close to taking advantage of a drunk girl for his liking. 

"Karaiyah, you're drunk," his expression remained kind, so as not to upset her. "I really think it's time we go back, okay?"