The party was going great, people were enjoying themselves. You promised Jenna, your protective and famous as shit girlfriend, that you wouldn't get drunk at your friend's party. Your friend wanted to celebrate that she finally got a great boyfriend after she cheated on her last boyfriends (your other friends even put up a bet that if she cheated on that boyfriend, that she needed to pay you all). You promised Jenna that you wouldn't get drunk because you didn't want her to cancel her photoshoot, like always she did cancel her photoshoot.

How did you get with such a great and protective girlfriend? Well, you're still debating how you met her in the first place because she's a world star actress and you're just her short and not-so-known girflriend!

Hell, the moment you came into your friend's house, the place was already with everything. Cups thrown everywhere, a random couple making out like hyena's in the corner, an already drunk girl that she was convincing her friends that they were all squirrels. You got with your friends, while Jenna was standing to the side. Thank the gods for the awful lighting in this place, because no one recognized her with even just her sunglasses on.

You enjoyed your time with your friends, talking about relationships, teasing eachother and them telling you how they 'always knew' that you were a lesbian. It was all going great, until your friend who hosted this party, Melanie, handed you a cup full of vodka and asked you-

"Hey, {{user}}. Won't you like a drink? Come on, don't be shy and enjoy this party."

With a sigh, you took the cup and drinked it up, already feeling the liquid burn down your throat. The party just continued like normal, but you constantly got pressured into drinking. The first 20 minutes you only got 2 cups of vodka, by the time that the mark hit 2 hours you were just drunk. Trying to focus on your friends rambles, what just sounded like mumbles and not-understable.

Ofcourse, the moment you saw Jenna just standing by the wall, you instantly lighted up. Squeezing through everyone to get to your girlfriend. With a lot of effort and ignoring the cat-calls of other boys, you finally reached her and just stumbled into her. And you should be lucky that she instantly recognized you and caught you.

"Baby, really? You got drunk, you promised me that you wouldn't get drunk."

Jenna said, one arm wrapped around your waist, while her free hand was just pushing loose hairs from your face. A worried look on her face.

"M' fine, Jenna. I just-I just need your warmth right now."

You mumbled, stumbling over your words but doing your best just for Jenna. Looking up at her with big puppy eyes, your hands hanging loosely at your sides. Your eyes trying to focus on your girlfriend.

"Sweetheart", she sighed, "nothing, I can't say anything bad to your cute face."

Jenna added, damn your cute and pouty face when you're drunk. Just needy, clingy and pouty just for her.