A Slice of Suburban Cake

"Holy shit dude, you really know how to throw ‘em back." Jericho laughed a bit as he watched her. The little lightweight was finally feeling the full effects of the booze it seemed, and Jericho knew that he had to keep an eye on her to prevent her from going overboard. "You better slow it down before you puke all over the controller. Then I’d win by default!" Well, that and he’s have to go buy a new one. And he’d rather stop that from happening. Despite the odds however, Cheeto still came out on top.

"..Damn. Color me impressed." He grinned, before once more tossing down his controller in defeat. He grasped the shot glass, filling it up to the brim before lifting it to his lips. He was about to down it down, but he noticed Cheeto was getting woozier by the second.

"You’re welcome… Hey Chee..? You sure you’re okay?" He asked, nudging her slightly with his free hand. He looked over her for a second before moving to once more down his shot. Rolling his shoulders upon the completion of the action. But oh ho, he wasn’t done yet it seemed. Cheeto had yet another plan for him. And this time, it was a dare.

He had to process what she said. About removing clothes, but more importantly, the status of their friendship. Hell, he just met the girl. And they were just friends for sure. But Cheeto wasn’t the only one filled with false ego from the heavy drinking. The liquor had Jericho in agreement as well, so with that, he continued.
"So it’s strip Golden Eye now, huh?" He slammed down the glass against the floor, before moving his hands to the hem of his shirt. "Well, buddy, challenge accepted!" In a flurry of motion, the shirt was off his body and onto the floor. His wings ruffled, before once more folding behind him. He then turned to her, his body well-toned and defined. He looked to her, still holding that bright, buzzed grin.

"That good?"
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No, no she wasn’t. She was very, very, verrrrry drunk. Jericho was getting pretty tipsy too, but Cheeto, man… Wow. He placed a hand gently on her shoulder as if to guide her from falling over. Once he had taken off his shirt, it appeared that something awoke inside of her. There was a dazed desire in her eyes, and it took Jericho a few seconds to realize what was wrong.

"Uh… Chee..?"

Jericho dropped the controller mid-game as he began to back up against the foot of the bed. Watching in confusion as the goblin girl crouched down like a cat about to strike a mouse. Before the topless nephilim could react, Cheeto lunged. Right at his abs.

"A-Ah! W-what are you doing-!?" Jericho cried out in a bit of a slur as his hands dipped to try to tug her away. Fortunately, his strength was enough to pry her off and dangle her before his face by means of holding her by her shoulders. "Chee! Are you feeling okay?" He put her back down, before sliding the bottle of booze behind him. "I think that’s... Enough drinking for now. You’re going to overload yourself, y’know..."
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