"Dev- Devin," he said, grinning and taking his sister by the waist, "You- you're the light'f my life, you know that?" She laughed, throwing her arms around his neck as he planted sloppy, drunken kisses on her collarbone. "You're as much an extension of me as- as my arm is to my- wrist is to my arm." Devin kissed him on the cheek, letting her fingers get tangled in his messy curls.
"You've been drinking again," she pointed out, words laced with mirth. Marcus's smile only got wider, an affirmative nod the only response she got as his kisses moved north. Their lips met briefly, leaving the lingering taste of alcohol on her breath.
They were happy.