James and charles, drunk-singing
JJ could barely follow the tune that was being mashed out on the piano; with the buzz in his ears every note sounded the same, but the speech slides swerving around the room were still changing lines, so the song had to be progressing right?
“I’ve got a dog and I’ve got a cat,” Charles crooned, swaying back and forth with his eyes closed as if he could hear his voice over the dissonant chords his clumsy fingers were making. “And I’ve got a cozy little…Sweet little rosy little…hch! Place for your hat! Gee, but I’d like to make yo-o-o-ou happy! Ohhh, honey…”
“Oh, honey…” JJ repeated sleepily in solidarity, letting his head fall against his forearms.