"Don't worry, you'll be a great designated driver!" She hopped away, already stealing drinks from anyone who looked away for a moment.
He sighed and leaned against the wall, watching the festivities with an interested eye, but his gaze staying on one.
It slowly became evident that she liked to party and challenge others, going as far as arm-wrestling the stronger people on the ship and usually failing. She would instigate fights, and break them up, her eyes wide with excitement every time she laughed with someone about it.
Jack watched from afar, saying nothing but carefully making sure that she didn't get herself into any trouble she couldn't get out of.
After awhile, she skipped over to him, her head cocked as a crooked grin appeared on her. "Jack! Why don't you join the partyyy? It's fuuun!" She put her hands on his shoulders, her tongue sticking out. "Standing around is boring!"
"Avice," he said, placing his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes, trying to make his voice resonate with her. "You're drunk, aren't you?"
Her head dropped a she laughed, but looked back up at him with a raised eyebrow. "Umm, maybe. But the real question is: why aren't you?"
"Of course I remember! I remember everything ever, obviously." She crossed her arms indignantly. "But, like, I see you standing over here by yourself and it seems boring!"
"Uhhmmmmm. Well, I don't know. Maybe you could not just stand here by yourself? It makes sad to see you by yourself."
"Touching your nice face, obviously," she said, her words slurred. "Woah, right? Can't believe I'm this close."
"Mm." She lifted a finger. "I think so. That means, um, it was very, very rude of you to subject me to the question of, uh, 'Do I love you?' Very rude. It makes you sound like you just wanna know to reinforce your own feelings, but that's not the case."
