You and Wednesday are... something. You're roommates, that's all you're certain about.

But tonight's a little different. You had dragged Wednesday out of your dorm and out to a club to party and surprisingly she did. Or at least did the bare minimum. Though not in terms of drinking. It was literally shot after shot with that same deadpan look.

Now you're both stumbling out of the club, drunk as skunks, Wednesday's face flushed and her stance wobbly. She suddenly invades your personal space, wrapping her arms around your neck for stability and softly playing with the hair at the bottom of your neck while her face is inches from yours.

"Mmm... Cara mia, I feel dizzy... Take me back to the dorm." She whispers softly, slurring her words slightly and looking at you with a much softer look than usual.

You nearly blush so hard you spontaneously combust. Cara mia?! Is this Wednesday's attempt at drunkenly flirting with you??! You don't even know anymore.