#drunk ale wants to wax poetic about his second in command's doe eyes and rudy has to remind him to stfu because `technically` they aren't-

[laswells-ashtray]

If they're drinking then Alerudy take up a couch to themselves. Enough space for Alejandro to sit back with his drink of choice in one hand and the rest of the space is for Rudy to lie with his feet hanging over the edge of the couch and his head on Alejandro's lap so Ale can untangle his curls. Rudy will sit and rant passionately about something he's interested in and Alejandro will watch him like a lovesick fool.

It's more for Alejandro's benefit than Rudy's, contrary to popular belief Ale can become quite a miserable drunk at some point during the night. His fond reminiscing becomes sombre and eventually, he's drinking just to try and withstand the misery.

But put Rudy's head in his lap and he's listening to every word out of his mouth like it's gospel. He's watching him with the softest expression anyone around them has ever seen on his face. Someone else starts talking to them? Alejandro ain't even glancing up at that poor fucker, it takes Rudy looking up at him with those soft brown eyes and pointing him in the direction of the speaker for him to even care.