She stared at you from the bed. Everything was swimming and you felt sluggish but happy. Drunk. The both of you were drunk. She lit a cigarette as her shirt hung open. Her apartment wasn’t messy, but it wasn’t clean either. It didn’t matter really. After party times with her usually ended up a blur.

“{{user}}… come o..on… les.. let’s do it..” She slurred over her words horrendously.