[ Tony is so very cute like this, stumbling around, happy. He imagines that he used to like the feeling of being drunk, or else, he wouldn't have done it so often. So he'd always imagined Tony to be flirtier, to be endlessly friendlier when given a little bit of social lubrication. And maybe it also helps that he was in a good mood to start, and he still is.

But Tony's positively adorable with his big eyes and his sweet drunken laughter. ]

I'll take full responsibility when you wake up tomorrow with a hangover.

[ He takes Tony's hand in his and tries to scurry with him upstairs, the rest of the party having returned to their game without them and seeming not to notice them slipping out. Good, they deserve to have a nice night and a good time, Steve thinks. ]

I wanna keep playing. But with kisses, instead of drinks.

[ He has no idea how that's supposed to work because the kisses are very much mutual, but he also very much enjoys these little playful things they share with each other. It doesn't have to make sense.

Once they get to the bedroom, he does in fact throw Tony on the bed, a little harder than usual, climbing in right after him, over top of him, his kisses artless and clumsy but just as passionate as usual. ]

Never have I ever gotten drunk and snuck out of a party to go have sex before.