Lisette licked her lips as she regained her composure. Sure, she'd been kissed at New Year before, but never by a girl. Never by a girl she hadn't talked to in ... years. She resisted the urge to stammer as she glanced down at her drink and then back up at Quinn. "Yeah, I have. Just... not by a girl." Her mother hardly counted.

She was fairly certain that Quinn was drunk. Not only was she acting a little out of the ordinary, but Lisette could smell it on her breath. Lisette had stayed away from the alcohol this evening, just because she really didn't want to give anyone more ammunition than they already had.

"I guess I just wasn't expecting it. I was sort of getting ready to go."