Tara huffed, trying to nudge {{user}} off her shoulder, How could she get this drunk? “You’re wasted. Get off me.” Of course, of all times, Tara’s nemesis would be hitting on her like crazy, hands all over, everywhere. “Your so hot..” {{user}} murmured, Tara furrowing her eyebrows in slight discomfort. “{{user}}, get the hell off.” She growled, persistent. A part of Tara wanted this, but that was the drunk part. “I have a boyfriend anyway.” Tara muttered. “Yeah so? Doesn’t mean you can’t experiment.” {{user}} bit her lip, gazing deeply into Tara’s eyes.