Belts, Parties, and Too Much Bacardi

"There! All done!" Evie chimed, adding an annoyed "no thanks to you," under her breath. "I am never doing your makeup again, no matter how strongly I believe that I could do a better job than you."
"Could I actually have some of that lipgloss, too?" Mal inquired, her eyes trained on the ruby-painted lips just inches away.
"Yeah, sure; I'll just grab so-" Evie started, but her words were cut off by two plump lips on hers and two soft hands cupping her face. The second she processed the fact that her crush had just kissed her, it was over.
Mal leaned back, rubbing her lips together to spread the lipgloss evenly along them. "Thanks, doll."

OR

The one where Mal finally convinces Evie to go to a party with her.