"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?" Jason asks between laughs, your feet are on his lap while you both are sitting on the floor. The burgundy stain on your t-shirt of the wine than Jason splashed over you still a bit wet, you both didn’t like so much the alcohol but you found your roommate's cheap-ass screw-top rosé, and open it for a little taste, you weren’t drunk but the effect of the wine is pretty present to make you both talk like you were close friends.