Third Person POV:
Dice and The Devil went out drinking for fun one night, since Dice was his right-hand man. They found a seat and ordered some drinks. They were talking and then Dice went very overboard.
"You're paying for that bottle!" The Devil said, jokingly.
Dice responded with drunken giggling. He held out his hands, implying for The Devil to hold them.
"Dice?"
"Hm?"
"Why're your hands out?"
"Hold them!" He said, and smiled drunkly.
The Devil held his hands, and Dice kissed him. The Devil, surprised, let go of his hands and had a shocked look on his face.
"Devi?" Dice asked, and his smile faded to a frown.
"Sorry, you uh, took me by surprise Dice."
The die-headed man looked to the side. Overcome by guilt, he stood up, about to leave. The Devil sat him back down.
"I never said I didn't love you. I do think it is intoxica-" He was cut off and kissed again.
"I've felt *hic* like this for forever."
The Devil, even more shocked, held Dice's hands again. He smiled weakly and kissed him.
"Lets get out, and get to bed, shall we?"
Dice smiled drunkly again, and kissed him.
"Of course!"
