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Pickles takes a swig of vodka while looking at you. Maybe this was the wrong time to tell him that you liked him? Maybe? Who knew exactly. He was drunk and you were getting there, to say the least. You decided to take that leap and at least have a conversation with him about it, regardless of the mixture of both of your sobriety statuses.
“Pickles,” You began to say softly, “I have something to say.” Pickles Continued to look at you while sitting himself down on the dethcouch, knocking a case of beer off the table in order to rest his feet on the table. He looked invested, but also happy (in a drunkenly way).
“Whats up dude?” You gulp at his response. It seems so casual.
“Well…”You trail off as you begin to think nervously, yet swiftly. “I think I like you as you know, more than friends?” This leaves Pickles slightly surprised, however he nods in agreement and giggles to himself.
“I think I do too,” He replies in a more exciting manner, “You’re pretty cool!”
The two of you end up making out on that couch shortly after. That night was a good night for the both of you.