I get home and you're on the couch and I have two options. We either have this discussion now, or I feign a fiercer form of drunkenness and we postpone 'til morning.
The art to playing drunk is trying not to be drunk. You must convince them you are sober, you must earn your keys. Slur plus over-enunciation equals the sweet spot.
You get into bed a few minutes after me. I was hoping to be asleep before then.
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