Asher was well and truly drunk. After confiding in Orwell about his feelings, Ash felt... lighter. If he had told Orwell, who by some crazy coincidence was Archie's best friend, then maybe he could tell Archie. Ash was more giggly now, stumbling along and relying mostly on Orwell to keep him upright. "I'm fiiiine," he giggled again. "Strawberry kisses and butterfly dreams," He sang sloppily, ending in a giggle. "He is sooo good looking," He almost tripped, taking a moment to right himself. "Arch- Archie baby," Ash giggled, unable to help himself.
"I- I have had- a lot of men," Ashe slurred a bit, taking a moment to try and steady himself. "Well- not a lot of men," he corrected, waving a finger like he was trying to make a point. "I am- I am a hoe, Orwell, but I am a picky hoe, I don't do one night." Asher giggled. "I like weekends. I have- a handful of contacts. An auror- he's tricky, but when I get him, he's just- fabulous in charge," Asher laughed. "There's- this guy, circus man, he's so flexible," Asher laughed, grabbing onto Orwell for support. "I deleted all their numbers, you know,"
Asher let out a long giggle, sighing dreamily at the end. "I was- I was sooo careful, built up the perfect- perfect reputation, bad boy singer covered in tattoos and one of the best for an unforgettable weekend," Asher laughed, slowing and looking to his house nearby. He pointed it out to Orwell- for the twelfth time at least. "Arch- Arch is- he is the best I have ever had," Asher clarified, catching himself as he started to stumble again. "But it isn't how he is in bed- I mean, it is, he's amazing, but," Ash laughed loudly. "He's so soft, Orwell," Asher sighed, smiling fondly. "He's so warm... sunshine...starlight ...starlight in the darkest night," Ash sang softly, before giggling and leaning into the other man. "I feel so safe, I've never felt so at home with anyone,"