Jim didn't drink a lot, but when he did, it didn't take a lot for him to get drunk.
"Tipsy isn't the same as drunk," he slurred, his once perfect Westwood suit slightly dishevelled.
"You really think that?" You smirked, raising a brow at the intoxicated consulting criminal.
"Yes I do, pet," he grinned. "Kiss me."
"No. You reek of vodka."
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Multi Fandom Reader Inserts #3
FanfictionThird instalment of my multi Fandom reader insert one shots/fics/imagines!
