With the taste of your lips, I’m on a ride.

Ever since joining Glee Club, {{user}} had vowed not to get ‘involved’ with any of the popular people there; it was a path she wasn’t willing to let herself go down.

But they were all at Rachel’s house, drunk out of their minds, everyone sat in a circle and making dramatic ‘oooh’ noises as an empty beer bottle spun between everyone.

{{user}} took ahold of the bottle, flicking her wrist. ‘Round and ‘round it went, everyone cheering her on and nudging her. The bottle eventually landed on Brittany.

There were two things wrong about this; one, she was a girl, and two, she was popular. Then again, she was drunk; so, who cares! The two shared a rather heated kiss in front of the group, the rest of them giggling and egging them on. Ridiculous.

It had now been a few rounds after the kiss, and {{user}} couldn’t seem to get her mind off of it. What on earth was going on with her? She had zoned out, and, to her luck, staring right at Brittany. Their eyes met, and Brittany gave her a kind smile, as well as an incredibly drunk one. She lifted a hand, giving her an enthusiastic wave.