Kiss and tell

Hyperion was a man on a mission. His focus was razor sharp, nothing would distract him from his mission- oh hey what was that? The bottle waved around under his nose immediately brought his head around and his paws to a screeching halt. He followed after the bottle like a horse on a lead. Lorikeet. He should have known she'd end up here too. Knowing her, she'd gotten whiff of the party and come running like he had. Absently he wondered if she was having as much luck as he was.

He broke into a big stupid, clearly drunk grin. "Keetie," he purred in an equally stupid tone. "What if I don't want to? What if I want to keep my secrets to myself? Because you knowww," he just about fell on her, his chest smashing into hers unless she decided to let him fall to the ground. "That if I tell you about my pretties I'd just be making competition for myself." His expression shifted into a pout as he decided to lay the compliments on extra thick. "And then I won't have anyone to play with because you'll steal them all."