First Night Isn't Always the Greatest

Well, Tash came home two nights ago with a kitten. She got a kitten. George fell in love with him and I just thought he was kinda cute. He's been stalking me while I'm trying to unpack.

The little black and white kitten looked up at me meowing.
"What?" I asked still going through my box. Starz turned his head away acting like he didn't hear me. I kept on digging through my box looking for my TV remote. He looked up at me again.
"What?" I asked once more. Starz turned his head away again. I rolled my eyes ignoring him. He meowed again.
"What!?" I asked him for the tenth time. George and Tash walked into the room at that time and began trying to hold in their laughter.
"You do know you're talking to a kitten right?" George asked. Tash burst out laughing holding on to George's shoulder trying not to fall. I threw the remote at the two jedi knights feet.

...

At the end of the day I said what I was dying to say.
"I can see that today has been pretty ruff on us all. Do you guys want to go get a drink or something?" I asked.
Tash turned the TV off looking at me than at George. They both nodded.
"Sure."

I got drunk. I woke up the next morning confused to find Tash and George hovering over me.
"Wha 'appened?" I asked. George smiled.
"You passed out at the bar and I had to carry you up the stairs." He told me.
I didn't know what happened last night except I just knew that I was drunk. I hadn't drank in weeks.
Weird...
Well, now I've learned my lesson. When, you get used to something new... don't go out to a bar.