"You're beautiful," he slurred, leaning close in an attempt to whisper in her ear. Instead, he overshot and ended up whispering into her cheek.

Misty gently pushed his face away before he lost his balance and fell right into her. Once he was standing back up with the support of Misty, she spoke. "You're really drunk and you're not going to like that you said that in the morning."

He vehemently shook his head and Misty worried he was going to fall flat on his face. Next time Brock and Gary decided to take Ash out to celebrate, she was going to make sure they were left to take care of Ash.

"Not true, Mist," he told her. The "s" sound of her name was exaggerated, the "t" ending with a click of his tongue. He was making a complete idiot of himself. "You're beautiful."

Misty felt her face heat up and her palms clam up. If she wasn't careful, he could slip right out of her grasp. "Thank you. That's very-"

"Did you know that when you're thinking your face gets all scrunched up?" She did not know that. "It's funny, but also really cute."
"Um, thanks...?" He nodded in reply as if to say you're welcome. "Did you tell Serena that?"
"Who?"

"Your girlfriend?" He was further gone than she originally thought.

"Oh, no," he replied. "Why would I tell her that?"

Misty wasn't even going to broach that topic.

"C'mon, let's get you to your room before you say something stupid again."

"Like what?"

"I don't know," she groaned. "Just something stupid."

"I love you."

Misty sighed. "Like that."