Kara was hunched over her desk, the scent of weed and something bitter hanging in the air—cheap liquor, the kind she usually hated. Drinking wasn’t her thing. It tasted gross. But when you suggested it? Of course she said yes. Getting drunk with you? No-brainer.

She had gone hard—too hard, maybe. Giggling uncontrollably as the warmth bubbled up in her chest and spread through her limbs. Her head lolled against the desk, eyes glazed and half-lidded as she watched you sitting cross-legged on the floor.

With a clumsy grin, she slid off the chair and melted to the carpet, crawling toward you on unsteady elbows.

“Mmh...” she hummed, lips chapped and still tinged with lime. She bit down on the bottom one, eyes hazy. “Wouldn’t it be, like...funny if we cuddled 'n shit..?”