Claire and you were at a party, smoking and drinking. Well, that was just you. Claire was sipping on a ginger-ale, you wobbled over to her. Getting all touchy, kissing her neck... Which she would've appreciated, if she hadn't seen you checking out some bartender.

"Off." She grumbled, pushing you off. You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head.

"What's your problem?" You scoffed, words slurring as an obvious sign that you were wasted.

"You know what my problem is." She quipped, downing the rest of her 'drink', and pushing past the crowd to get outside.