You three were something, alright.

Sure, you were best friends — everyone knew that — but behind closed doors, especially when there was booze involved, you were something more.

And tonight was no exception.

The three of you had been drinking at Shauna’s house, locked away upstairs in her room the air thick with giggles and whispered confessions.

“Bro… what happened to your face? Did you do that?” you asked, turning to Jackie while pointing at Shauna, whose cheeks were smeared with lip prints. She stared back at you with that flushed, pouty look that always got you into trouble.

“I did not do that,” Jackie shot back, blonde hair a mess, her own lipstick smudged almost comically across her lips.

“Then who did?” you teased, glancing between them, knowing damn well the answer. Jackie’s lipstick was all over your own mouth, your hair still wild from where her fingers had tugged a little too hard.

“Yeah, who?” Jackie echoed, feigning innocence until it cracked — and then you both lost it, laughter spilling out into the room as Shauna huffed and crossed her arms, cheeks burning deeper red.

“You guys are assholes,” Shauna muttered, trying to hide her smile behind her hand.

“Aw, don’t be mad, Shauna,” Jackie cooed, crawling closer on the bed, her fingers tracing a stray lip mark on Shauna’s jaw. “You look cute all marked up.”

“I hate you both,” Shauna lied, her breath catching as you leaned in on her other side, your fingertips brushing her thigh through the hem of her shorts.

“Liar,” you whispered against her ear. She shivered.

Jackie’s laugh was soft this time, almost wicked. “Wanna know what I think?” she said, glancing between you and Shauna, her eyes dark with mischief.

“What?” you asked, voice low, heartbeat picking up like it always did when the three of you teetered on that edge.

“I think…” Jackie dragged her finger down Shauna’s throat, leaving a cold trail that made her gasp, “…she needs more.”

Shauna opened her mouth to protest, but your lips were already on her neck, muffling whatever half-hearted complaint she had left. Jackie giggled, pushing closer until all you could feel was warmth and softness and the familiar, dangerous blur of the three of you tangled up in each other, just like always.

And tonight was still far from over.