Imagine sitting on a hotel room floor with drunk Ashton and a spread of mcdonald's between you and you'd try to throw a fry at his mouth but he'd miss it and giggle at the failed attempt and you'd be all slow and giggly too and crawl over him to retrieve the fry he missed and just drop yourself on his thighs and he'd hold himself up on his elbows, a fry sticking out of his mouth and he'd try to offer it to you lady and the tramp style but right before you went to eat it he'd swallow it whole so your lips would just straight fall onto his and he'd chuckle triumphantly, his hand moving to rest on the back of your neck to keep your lips pressed to his, drunkenly smiling through alcohol flavoured kisses.
