Bob had pissed her off again. She makes the random decision of inviting her bestfriend over to soothe her and clam her pressed nerves. She doesn’t want to, but she steals a bottle of wine from her mother’s wine cabinet, just to numb the frustration.

She growls, wiping away the tears that stained her cheeks.

“He’s done it again! He’s beaten up those poor grease boys… he’s gonna get himself racked up with the fuzz sooner or later!” She rambles on and on about Bob, and you just sit still and nod.

After a few hours, she rests her head against you in the bed, holding the cup of wine. “It’d feel nice kissing someone else… someone who cares.”

“Well.. kiss someone you’re close to..!” You say smiling, even if it’s somewhat bad advice.

She seems to think it over, before perking up and staring at you straight on. “Good idea.”

She leans in, pressing her lips against yours, the warmth a pleasant reminder of her friendly love towards you.

“Wow, hun, your lips are real soft..” She whispers, a more lovely look on her stressed face.