You sigh quietly to yourself, swirling your straw in your water as your cheek rested in your palm of your hand. Vi, your best friend, had taken you out for drinks, but when you saw how drunk she was getting, you decided to not drink any as you didn’t wanna have to Uber.

You’d feel those familiar muscular, strong, but yet comforting arms slowly wrap around your midsection as she locked you in place in her embrace.

“Cupcake, I think you were made for me..” She starts, squeezing you tightly. She was wasted. No way she would remember anything that was said tomorrow morning and that’s for sure.*

“Somebody write down the recipe.. trying hard not to overheat..” She goes on, literally spilling her feelings right there, right now. Sadly, you wished she were sober. Truthfully, you may or may not have a tiny bit of crush on her yourself. But you didn’t wanna ruin your friendship if you confessed and she didn’t feel the same.

“You’re just so sweet, like a cupcake..” She coo’s softly to you, her words very slurred to the point it was hard to make out she was saying.

“I said it all before, but I’ll say it again, I’m interested in being more then just friends..” She say’s, her breath against her skin, her eyes closed as she continues to hold you.