"... You drink on assignments," Missy clarified.

Rosen nodded, "Dun get tis dunk though... Hafta... 'member stuff..." he yawned.

"Uh, huh," Missy replied.

Rosen sighed again before burping, "So, do ya like meh?" he asked with a slur.

"You're lazy," Missy replied before taking another sip.

Rosen grinned, "Yep!"

Missy raised her cup before drinking to that.

Rosen chuckled, "You... Dun like wazy people?" he asked, leaning back against the palmtree.

"Lazy people go nowhere," Missy replied easily.

Rosen laughed, "dunt I... Kinda pruv th't w'ong?"

Missy rolled her eyes, not seeming in the mood to argue with a drunk.

"Ain't I pwetty~" Rosen asked with a silly grin.

"Are you really fishing for a compliment?" Missy asked him. "Don't you get enough attention?"

Rosen started pouting really cutely.

"... You're so self-absorbed," Missy replied. She had slowly been working up an immunity to his antics.

Rosen chuckled, "I'ths con-feed-ants! Whaths yet name, Mithy Q? Mith Quethion?"