The girl who’s been fighting me every chance she got since she saw me again about a month ago is currently nuzzling her face against my chest. How drunk is she?
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ALL THE THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU
Jack: You guys having fun?
Prudence: We are.
Jack: Are you upset with me?
Prudence: Not.
Prudence: But I wish you told me.
Jack: I’m sorry.
Prudence: I hope you are having a nice date.
Prudence: The best date.
Prudence: You deserve love.
Jack: Are you drunk?
Prudence: Maybe.
Prudence: Tell Ikram that if he breaks your heart I’ll break him.
Jack: Wow. Harsh, Prue.
Prudence: I love you.
PRUDENCE
Why is the earth rotating so fast? It’s all so… Blurry out there. The lights are lighting. It’s pretty, but why are they all… Mixed? They look like… Streaks?
“Come on, I’ll help you get inside,” the soft, deep, kind of sexy voice says in my ear.
Why is it in my ear? Oh. Right. I almost fell out of the car and he’s holding me up. He’s so strong. And tall. And smells nice. Would it be weird if I… Sniffed him?
“Feel free to sniff as much as you need, but please, try to stay up.”
Oh. I thought I was talking in my head. Is healsotalking in my head?
“Not in your head, sweetness. Come on, use your legs.”
I groan. My feet hurt from dancing, and I’m holding my platform shoes in my hand. I don’t want to put them back on. They hurt even more.
Please, incredibly sexy voice, give me a pair of sneakers.
I hear him chuckle and I groan again. “I don’t have a pair of sneakers on hand, sadly.”
Alright, I’m definitely drunk. Because even though I realize that I can’t seem to think in my head anymore, I can’t be bothered to care or be embarrassed.
He sighs and I sigh back. I can’t walk. Too much effort for my weak ass legs.
And then, the world is turning again and my feet are not touching the ground anymore. I let out a yelp.
