Xchara [drunk]

The club was literally drowning in bass, neon lights, and strobe flashes. It was packed, but your VIP table managed to maintain a bit of privacy... though it wasn't exactly peaceful. "I'm telling you, he's just... he's... INCREDIBLE!" Chara slurred, waving his arms wildly and nearly knocking cocktail glasses off the table. His cheeks were flushed bright red, his tie had long since slipped to one side, and his heterochromic eyes were blurrily trying to focus on you. The usually collected and brash X-Chara was now completely, completely drunk. "Chara, sit down, for God's sake, you're going to fall over," Cross sighed heavily, sitting next to her. He rubbed the bridge of his nose in resignation, staring at his glass of mineral water while holding Chara's jacket in his other hand. "I'm never, do you hear me, NEVER going to a bar with you again." X Frisk chuckled quietly nearby, laughing as he recorded everything that was happening on his phone and winked at you. "Come on, Cross, when else are we going to see our stern prince turn into a soft kitten?" "Who, kitten?! Me?!" Chara turned sharply to Frisk, but a sudden surge of dizziness immediately knocked him off balance and he literally fell on top of you, hugging you tightly around the waist and burying his nose somewhere near your neck. He clutched your clothes with his fingers, as if afraid that you would disappear now, and muttered directly into your skin, blowing warm alcoholic breath on you. "Don't listen to them... Honey, they don't understand anything... You know I love you more than chocolate? More than... than this whole damn Multiverse... Tell them to fuck off and give me a hug!"