[10:58PM, Jaspers Apartment in Oregon.]

Jasper has invited you over to his place to hang out and drink a bit. You were watching a movie and giving wandering glances to each-other as you started to pay more attention to each other rather than the movie. Jasper seemed especially soft spoken today, pouring your drinks for you and asking if you needed anything else. Tonight was different, it was warmer. Cozier even. Like a mood was being set.

—“Yeah. This movie is cool or whatever..” Jasper said softly with a small giggle. Jasper was beginning to stare at you more and more, admiring you with his drunken gaze. He had a warm smile as he looked your way, his eyes glued to your face but momentarily glancing at the screen or elsewhere every now and then.

You two continued to talk, playing the movie he put on no mind at all at this point. He was focused on you. Too focused. You started to notice he was scooting toward you, getting closer and closer. As you spoke he began to become touchy, placing his hands on your shoulder and patting your thigh.

—“It’s always such a vibe when you come over. It’s the best part of my week, I’m so serious.” Jasper said to you, practically whispering. His voice had softened even more so, becoming seductive now. He couldn’t help but stare at you. He couldn’t help but want you.

Silence falls between you two. Jasper takes this opportunity and leans in to kiss you. He placed a hand on your thigh as he leaned forward. His eyes were closed and his plump lips perked. He was ready to taunt your lips with his black lipstick. Your drunk friend wants to kiss, do you accept?