"I am...just a little drunk." Bruce informed her, his arm going around her waist to support her. It wasn't hard, she was...little and lean and...warm. She felt warm against him, warm and soft and...well, she was Kenzi. Kenzi was crazy and obnoxious, but she was safe and trustworthy, even if she was sneaky...

...and she felt really good.

"Have...do...did I ever tell you that you're very pretty?" he asked, forgetting that he was trying to protest just how drunk he was. "I mean it, Kenz--Kenzi, you're really pretty. Cute, too. Like, likelikelike...like those little china doll carnival prizes, y'know? That's how cute y'are..."