*killua cackles, continuing to kiss and nuzzle her until he hears her stomach give a displeased groan. he pulls away, smoothing her shirt back own and resting his chin on her chest instead.*

yeah... there must have been a ton of it in these drinks.

*he hiccups, then frowns, brows knitting together as he tries to piece together scattered thoughts.*

or... maybe... we're drunk?