The nurse man grinned at the giggling blonde cheerleader. At first, he'd assumed she was playing it up for novelty, but the longer she talked the dumber and dumber she truly appeared. If it wasn't talk about his "like, toootally cyute face," then it was her love of cats, or her favorite color, or something, or another, at the drop of a hat. Really, it was... entertaining? Endearing? Comical?
"Huh?" Kitty giggled, snuggling into the man's arm, the scent of alcohol on her breath. "I zoned out a li'l bit there...!"
All of the above. "No worries, Cutie--"
"Kitty." She corrected, playfully batting his arm and falling all over him all over again.
"Well, no worries Kitty." He wrapped an arm around her, taking a quick gaze around the costume party for his friends. "You were just talking about your hair."
"Oh!" She smiled and sat up, giggling again, but this time purposefully placing her hands on his. "You, like, wanted ta know how I do my hair, right?"
"Yup."
"So you can, like, do your hair up all pretty, too, right?" She smiled simply, lips pursed and doe eyes wide. "Like me?"