[Gamzee blinks, and then frowns. He really doesn't want to untangle from Karkat right now, but if he's being dared, he supposes he has to. Maybe if he just ... sinks down in the bed and reaches out with his foot ... a bit farther ... just a little more ...

The Slytherin ends up with his arms around Karkat's waist, his face buried in the younger boy's hip, and the toe of his shoe nudgin gthe vodka bottle just hard enough that it falls on the floor. Luckily for them, it being terribly cheap liquor, the bottle's plastic, and it hits the floor and rolls towards the bed, while Gamzee honks in triumph.]