Professor Kennedy let's the brown liquid warm his throat as he sips his whiskey, he's currently sat in the pub just down from the college, normally he doesn't really bother with pubs on weekdays but tonight he just felt like a change of scenery. Especially considering he's been grading papers all week.

Finishing off his whiskey, Professor Kennedy takes a few seconds of internal debating, deciding whether to bother getting a second glass or just heading home. But eventually he decides to get a second glass, why not? After all, he's off the clock now.

Professor Kennedy stands, straightening his suit before grabbing his glass, ready to head to the bar. But before he can move, he suddenly feels a pair of soft lips against his, the faint scent of cherry on this person's lips and the smell of vanilla from the perfume they're wearing.