Too Drunk

Hey I think you've had a little too much too drink,” she said. I felt fine and was trying to get my keys back, so I could go home. Sure I may have a slight slur, but I was fine. She continued to lecture me. She sounded just like my mom. I decided she needed to be quiet.

I pulled her into a kiss, and just like I guessed she went quiet after we parted. Though now she was giving me this dumb look, like I’d done something crazy. Here she was lecturing me about the dangers of drunk driving like I was five, but I was the crazy one for kissing her.

“Did you just kiss me...?” was the first thing she managed. Since she obviously couldn't remember it, I felt it was my duty to remind her, so I kissed her again. This time I could feel her hand raise tentatively to my neck. I used this opportunity to grab my keys; however, I found it difficult to find with my eyes shut. To buy more time, I fought my tongue into her mouth, taking dominance over her tongue. Finally, I found them, but, when I went to pull for them, I felt her smirk into my kiss.

Next thing I know, she’s got control and my other hand, the one holding the key and not her waist. We pull apart for air and she gasps, “I guess I’ll have to take you home.”