Rowan seemed a bit confused and concerned when he entered the apartment, and he glanced down at his phone to check what time it was. "Uh… hi? Bit early to be drunk, Eve." He laughed weakly, still not entirely sure what to do. "We haven't even had lunch yet. Did… uh… did something happen, or…?"
“No it’s-not!” Eve cried in protest, already pouring another. “It’s-never too early.” Already, some of her sentences were beginning to slur together, indicating she’d already been drinking for a little while.
"Alright, uh… probably should cut you off." Rowan took the bottle from her and put it back in the fridge, and he soon returned with a bottle of water to give to her. "Here, drink this instead."
“Noooo,” Eve whined, reaching for the alcohol as Rowan took it from her. She drained her last shot she’d managed to pour and stared at the empty glass, refusing to acknowledge the water bottle.
"Did something happen, or are you just… having fun?" Rowan asked again since Eve hadn't answered the first time. He pushed the water bottle closer to her. He couldn't force her to drink it, of course, but he hoped she would.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” Eve mumbled. She eyed the water but didn’t move toward it. Obviously struggling to walk, she headed for her bedroom, but after barely two steps, she tripped and fell, conveniently, into Rowan’s arms. “Oh!” she giggled. “Sorry, darling!”
Rowan managed to catch her, thankfully, and sighed softly. "You're clearly not fine. And you really should drink some water." He picked Eve up bridal style and carried her to her bedroom with the water bottle in one hand. "You should rest as well."
Eve smiled and pressed her face affectionately into his shoulder. Seeing no problem with her action since she had a fuzzy recollection of their kiss added to the fact that she was currently drunk, she hummed happily. “Carry me,” she murmured with a flighty giggle. Somehow, she was more drunk than she was the night before.
"I am carrying you." Although Rowan was worried, he couldn't help but smile softly. He pushed open the door to Eve's room and carefully set her down on her bed. "There you go. Now, will you drink some water for me? Please?" He asked, keeping up an encouraging smile as he held out the water bottle to her.
Eve grinned and cupped his face with her hands. “Pretty face,” she giggled, her eyes locking on his lips intently. In her mind, the memory of their kiss played on repeat, and the sweet feeling of his lips was hard to forget. “Pretty…”
Rowan flushed red, clearly taken aback and entirely unsure what to do. "Erm… thank you. You're pretty as well. Will you drink some water for me now? Have you eaten anything?" He asked as he unscrewed the cap of the water bottle.
Eve’s expression softened. “No,” she murmured, still looking at his lips. Sober Eve would’ve had the decency to maybe glance once then forget about it, but Drunk Eve seemed to be on a mission.
"You should probably have something to eat. Do you have any preference?" Rowan asked. "I can make lunch while you rest." He held the bottle up to her lips, trying to ignore her stare.
“I don’t-need rest~” Eve slurred, running her thumb over Rowan’s cheek with her right hand while her left hand took the water bottle from him, consciously brushing their fingers together.
"Well, you should at least try to get a little while I'm gone. I'm going to make lunch now, okay? I'll be back soon." Rowan pulled away and got to his feet so that he could leave.
Eve pouted as Rowan pulled away. “Bye, pretty face,” she said sadly, her hazel eyes watching him intently as he stood and went to leave.
"I'll be back, Eve. Don't worry." Rowan smiled gently and left the room with a sigh to go make lunch. He soon returned with a bowl for both of them.
Eve reluctantly took sips of the water while he was gone, but she felt like there was more alcohol than water inside her. When Rowan returned, her eyes lit up happily. “Pretty face!” she exclaimed upon his return.
"Hi, I'm back." Rowan offered another smile, wondering if Eve would remember calling him Pretty Face when she was sober. He handed her a bowl of food and pulled a chair over to the bed to sit beside her while he ate.
Eve ate reluctantly and sluggishly, like all her motor functions were slowed down. With a sigh, she looked over at Rowan. “I’m… Mmm… I’m drunk.”
"Yeah, you are drunk. You just realized?" Rowan laughed softly and took another bite of his food. "I'm sure you'll be able to explain a bit more when you're sober, yeah?"
Eve smiled and shook her head. “No. It’s bad. I’m-drowning it. Where’s-my shots?” She moved to get up and almost spilled the contents of the bowl on herself and her bed.
Rowan quickly lifted her bowl so she wouldn't spill it and then carefully pushed her back onto the bed. "No, no. No more shots. Just sit here and relax and eat your lunch, okay? We can talk more about it later."
“But I want—”Eve’s eyes widened at his touch, and she tilted her head to the side with a flirty smile. “You’re…” She almost lost the word for a moment. “You’re pretty. I like you.”
Rowan sighed softly, his face flushing lightly again. She doesn't know what she's saying… she doesn't remember that she hates me. "Thanks, Eve. Now will you please eat something? I'm not gonna force feed you."