Dec 24, 2015
it’s just past midnight and the girl has had too much to drink (not uncommon) and she’s dancing around people with a gentle sway in her step. she only stops when she comes face to face, utterly to close to (( your muse )), somewhat disoriented. the next thing she notices when she gathers her bearings is what’s above her head, and she smirks devilishly. “ah. usually, i’d be good, but rules are rules.” she points out, her voice higher and slower than normal. “you gotta kiss me.”