[h3]Bride[/h3]

Bride got another cup as Rosa took his cup. “nnooo… It sho…gwood…” He whined with a drunken slur. The alcohol took immediately effect on the poor flower boy. After he got another cup he drank more of the spiked punch. He loved the odd taste even though he didn’t know what he was drinking. “Sho y-ywummy…” He sipped more like he was addicted to it, without knowing it he was indeed drunk. 

“Roossa… dr-drink mowe!! itws gwood!” He raised his cup and swayed more, his face was all red and warm and his body felt so much lighter. Bride then felt hot again so he removed his neck tie and lifted his dress up to his knees for some breeze. “Its sho hwot here…”He sighed out as he began to sway a bit too much.

Slwoly he stumbled towards Drew and hugged his right arm and snuggled closely to him. “You awe wram twoo…. Dreewww…. Fanwy worwds….” Bride muttered out as he held tightly on the young man. “Roossaa!! He is warrwwwmm!! So wwaarrmm!!” Poor Bride…he truly became a drunken kid. He giggled drunkenly as he embraced the warmth.