Ernst promised himself that he wouldn't drink too much at the party, but that was broken almost as soon as he arrived. He didn't know how much he had drunk but he was at the point where he got very physical very quickly. Climbing onto Elliott's lap, he kissed the other's cheek gently. "You're pretty." The boy mumbled.
Elliott was drunk. Somewhere between piss face drunk and tipsy, and probably a little bit high as well if he was being completely honest. He was a party till you drop kind of person, hangover be damned.
When he got a lapful of Ernst, he was mid-way through a conversation with a even more stoned Dani about zombies and turnips, but his attention went to Ernst quickly. “You’re pretty. You’re really tiny but you’re really pretty. Pretty pretty.”