Bolstered by liquid courage -- or, at the very least, far too buzzed to bother with his customary internal debate -- he pressed his mouth to hers after only the shortest of pauses, long by anyone else's standards, but bordering on warp speed for someone like him. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of his mind, it occurred to him that this was far from the best idea he'd ever had -- that the last time he'd gotten drunk and started kissing teammates had been nothing short of life-ruining -- but everyone around him had apparently moved on, and he was tired of denying himself the same opportunity.

Maybe he would regret it in the morning, or maybe he wouldn't. The future suddenly didn't seem all that important.