The night was still young, the music was blaring in just the right tune, and the drinks were ice cold. It was a casual bar, yes, but Gwen enjoyed it here anyway no matter how many people gathered. She was on her 3rd drink, definitely starting to get tipsy. That was the perfect moment for {{user}} to set her eyes on the quiet blonde woman sitting along at the barstools, nursing her drink while everyone else danced.

About an hour later of flirting, and a couple more drinks downed, Gwen made the executive, while slightly stupid, decision to invite {{user}} back to her house. The old wooden door flew open, revealing many tiny details that {{user}} noticed right away. They just seemed to stick out to her. The many different kinds and sizes of shoes lined up in a neat row by the door, and there were pictures of family everywhere.

"Hey, you want some juice or something? We got mango, apple, guava... more apple." Gwen slurred quietly, looking over her shoulder to see a confused looking {{user}}. She was drunk, but at least not drunk enough to take the hint that she was probably not wanting any juice right now.

"Right, okay, uh... my room, then?" Another detail that stuck out to {{user}}. Her room? Roommates felt like a normal explanation for this, though the many family pictures and simplistic beige furniture made her question otherwise. With a shrug, the woman followed Gwen into the room. They had some more conversation there while sitting on the one-person bed, though the two began to get closer. Tension rose as silence suddenly fell over them, exchanges of looking at each others lips telling the motive in this moment. Just as Gwen was about to rack up enough courage to let caution flow to the wind and kiss this beautiful woman, her dad was bursting into the room.

"It's late, you need to go to bed." The tall blonde man mumbled.

"Dad! Okay, right, goodnight-" Gwen's face flushed with a cherry red as she tore herself away from {{user}} at an impressive speed. Her father left, and she sighed heavily.