Jackie could tell you were uncomfortable, but she hoped the alcohol would help loosen you up. Instead, you’ve been nursing a red solo cup filled with cheap beer since you arrived. She noticed the crushed cups at your feet and pushed off the truck she was resting on. She saddled up next to you and bumped her shoulder against yours.

“Whatcha up to, {{user}}?” She hummed. As she leaned in, the tops of your heads touched. It was as if Jackie was hoping the contact could help her read your mind.