Ohh okay… Lol for some reason this makes me think of “Guess who’s drunk?” *keys thrown at face* “I guess Wallace” “You guessed right.” Oh Wallace… maybe I should do that. Lol, idk…
Blearily, Angie felt tired and confused when she woke up. She usually woke up when it was light but it was really dark, and she hadn’t really been having a nightmare… just felt groggy and she heard vague sounds before she suddenly realised what the crack of light under door was and sat up and whispered, “Who is it?”
The door opened. A woman giggled.
“Peggy?” as Peggy flicked on the light Angie blinked rapidly, trying to take it, in. “How did you even get in here?”
“I’m pretty agile.” Peggy replied closing the door behind her, walking in a strange, zigzagging manner, and giggled a little more.
“No I meant you don’t have any keys. Wait… what?”
Peggy giggled some more and walked over to Angie throwing her things on Angie’s floor.
“Guess who’s drunk!” She whispered loudly and excitedly. Angie could smell alcohol and cigarettes on her breath.
“I guess Peggy.” Angie replied, still adjusting to the light in her room.
“You guessed right!” Peggy whispered still loudly, “You want to know why I’m here?”
“Sure, that’s be a good start.” Angie replied, still feeling confused.
Peggy, with little regard for personal space, made herself comfortable sitting on Angie’s bed and kicking off her heels. “Well, you see, Angie,” Peggy began explaining excitedly,
“Oh sorry.” Peggy began loudly whispering again. “Well, you see, I was thinking about you tonight. You know, I thought. You know who I love? Angie. I was thinking about that a lot. The whole night. I thought. Angie’s so pretty, and adorable, and I really love her so much… the way her legs are all long, and nice, and she always smells so good, and her lips are always so red and kissable,” Peggy giggled, “Did I just say that? I didn’t mean to say so much. but you know, it’s so hard not to think of you, when I keep thinking about what it would be like to kiss you. You know the other day when we were talking. I was actually just thinking about kissing you the whole time. All of it. I wasn’t even really thinking about our conversation. I mean I love talking with you. I love it so much, and I love you! I love you sooo much. I love you more than anything else in the world.”
Angie felt a little overwhelmed by all this, but also amused, and she giggled, “Oh my God, you’re so cute we’re you’re drunk. Even if you’re loud.”
“Will you kiss me?” Peggy asked, it was strange to her so vulnerable, and cute. Pouting like a puppy. With her breath thick with alcohol and and cigarettes…
She grinned, “Ya sure?”
Peggy nodded energetically, and Angie could hardly restrain herself before passionately kissing her.
When she pulled back Peggy said, through her panting, “Gosh, I’m glad you kissed me. You’re so pretty when you smile like that. It’s like you’re a rose, and your eyes are like the thorns because they’re sharp… and then the red is like your cheeks and your lips… because that’s red, and really pretty and soft. Like you, so pretty and soft…”
Angie giggled, “You’re terrible at compliments.” and kissed her again. And they ended up spending the night, kissing and complimenting and finally falling asleep together.