"Weren't we going for a drink?" he asked me
"oh, well.." i said "i'm not too good with public places, so.." i said and looked down at the ground.
"No worries," he said and laughed. "I brought a party from home." he said as he pulled out a bottle of whiskey.
i grabbed it from him and poured us both glasses that were way too overfilled. we started drinking.
after an hour, we were unbelievably drunk. he was smoking weed and i was dancing around jokingly. i tripped over his bag, and condoms spilled out. he dropped his blunt and yelled, "oh god!"
i was a blushing mess now. it was a mix of anger, sadness, and yet, lust. i didn't know what to do so i just stood there while he messily through them back in his bag.
"I-i'm so sorry." he said. and he meant it, i could tell. "I didn't.. I.." He said and stutter. he shook his head with his face beaming red.
i walked over to him and sat on his lap.
"just kiss me."
