“Vodka was inwented in Russia.” “Yes, Pasha, we know.”
“Pash, you need to slow down,” you held out a hand as Pavel upended his fifth straight shot of vodka.
Slamming the tiny glass on the table, he shook his head before unleashing a triumphant grin. His eyes met yours twice before he realized that you were the one he was looking for.
“Y/N!” he exclaimed, clapping a hand heavily on your shoulder. “Hawe I ewer told you zat wodka was inwented in Russia? Because it vos and zat is… is just amazing.”
“Yes, Pasha, we know,” you rolled your eyes and wound an arm around his waist, hoisting him out of his chair.
“Vhere are ve going?” he asked, his arms flopping around you.
“I’m taking you home, kid,” you groaned under his nearly-dead weight.
“Don’t call me zat,” he grumbled.
“Well you shouldn’t’a gotten drunk then.”
“Hikaruuuuu,” he whined.
“Bye, Pasha,” Sulu waved from his seat before looking at you. “You need help with him?”
“Nah, I got him. He’s not that bad once you get his feet moving,” you said, toeing at Pavel’s ankles.
“Call me if you need help, alright?”
You gave him a loose salute and hefted Pavel away from the table.