Chapter 11: Kiss

As the night wore on, we drank more and more. I admit that I'm a little tipsy, but I can still handle it. Maybe if we were the only girls there, they might have wanted to go home earlier, but because there were guys with us, we stayed there for a long time. The alcohol has hit me hard, and the shame has disappeared from my personality tonight. Cris and I talk like we've known each other for a long time. When he jokes with me, I just ride him too. He wasn't like this when we first met, but as time went on, he became more and more talkative.

"Let's go dance there!" Wendy asked.

Our other partners on the dance floor, like Trisha, are already there. We were the only ones left at the table because of what we were talking about. When she got fed up with drinking, Wendy only agreed to follow her.

"Do you know how to dance?" I asked Cris.

"Not really," he answered, then shrugged his shoulders.

Wendy left first, so I smiled and stood up to pull her.

"Let's go dance," I scolded him.

He didn't w