It didn’t take long for Al to lose track of how many drinks he had downed. He was pretty confident that it wasn’t that many, and he was certainly sure it was less than he would usually have. He simply couldn’t figure out why he felt so drunk; he just hadn’t taken into account the fact that his borrowed body had a lower tolerance. The weirder thing was that he was starting to get very flirty. He would bat his eyelashes at various guys or giggle softly. As he stared across the room, his eyes met a man on the other side. They exchanged some glances before Al turned away when a sudden wave of shyness and panic set over him. Al realized he wasn’t acting like himself. This wasn’t the way he flirted, and it certainly wasn’t the types of people he flirted with -- he was supposed to flirt with women! He was a guy at heart. Still, speaking of guys, that one was kind of cute. He returned his gaze, noticing the man had moved closer. His heart pounded; he was feeling nervous as the man approached.