Shortly after the ball dropped and everyone was done making out with whoever, Meka decided that she did not have too much whiskey, in fact... there wasn't enough whiskey! She threw back the rest of her flask and hopped up on the coffee table in the living room. "Does anyone have anymore whiskey?" she shouted over the crowd. "No? No? Oh! I actually like this song!"
Before Meka even knew what she was doing she had the entire living room singing along to London Calling and she was... dancing. She was in trouble.
Sim had made out with a frehsman. A freshman! Totally against his principles, the one bloody principle he had. So he knew he was drunk, and the call for whiskey alerted him to a damsel in distress. And he had whiskey!
"Oi!" He shouted up at Meka, shaking half a bottle of whiskey at her. "Trade for a kiss! No tongues! Maybe.."
Meka turned her attention to the boy with the whiskey. "You sir! Are in for a trade," she put her hands on his shoulder and leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips. Ok... so maybe she was really drunk. "Your breath smells like whiskey," she giggled.
He tried to hide his disappointment that she didn't know who he was. "I'm uh, Sim." He gave her a lopsided grin and held his arm out incase Meka toppled off the table.
Meka's balance was not the best and she took hold of Sim's arm to steady herself. "Of course I go to Cresent City," she laughed. "I'm the President! Well not the President of the school or the world or anything like that but I'm the student council president."
"You do?" Sim narrowed his eyes, thinking. He went through his mental file but he really didn't recognise her. He whistled in appreciation, although that may have been helped along by his drunkness. "How comeI've never seen you before then? Do you get to pass school rules? Why am I not allowed to go up on the roof after dark?"
"Nobody sees me because I'm a fucking ninja!" she proclaimed loudly. "I'm really good at hiding," she added in a not so quiet whisper. She couldn't help but giggle.
"I get to propose school rules and shit and hold them to votes but do you know how many rules I break? I break so so many rules," she continued giggling. "And you can't go to the roof at night because you might not see your shoes and trip over them and fall off the roof and you would be dead," she tried to explain.
"You're a real rebel!" Sim shouted gleefully. "You're taking down the system from the inside! You are fucking ninja!" He laughed loudly and did a sortof worshipping bow in front of her. "Besdies, I wouldn't die. I'm like, indestructable!"
"Hey, robots can be cute!" Sim was pretty sure he had seen some hot robots on the internet. Or maybe those were real dolls? He made a mental note to ask Gray if he knew any cute robots.
"You think I'm cute" he teased, her hand leaving a pink mark which he rubbed furiously.
"Can they?" she asked curious now as to whether robots could be cute or not. "Are you saying you're a robot?" she poked his chest. "Cause if you are then you should be able to dance like one!"
"Oh! So stinkin' cute with that little face!" she teased right back, using a patronizing voice.
"Then I guess I should stop complaining right?" she giggled. "Bury me!" she threw her arms over and head and lost her balance, completing her decent to the ground. She stared up at the sky for a minute, the stars were spinning. "Oh shit," she laughed. "The sky is spinny."
Sim laughed and looked up, she wasn't wrong, there was a clear swaying in the stars but maybe that was the whiskey talking. Either way he had a brilliant plan.
"To make it stop you should close your eyes" he said innocently enough, smiling where she couldn't see.
"Well in that case" he said before leaning over and drunkenly kissing (hopefully) her mouth. It took a few attempts to find her lips but once he had he planted a sloppy kiss on Meka with as much passion as a nearly passed out kid could.
Meka didn't have much to compare to in her experience with kissing but being as drunk as she was she didn't mind. She scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing him back with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.
Unlike Meka, Sim was pretty skilled in the 'making out with drunk girls' department. The best part was that it didn't matter if your game was sloppy, since they were drunk too. His hands snaked around her waist and pulled her closer whilst his tongue prodded at her lips impatiently.
She kissed him back with an unknown vigor, unconsciously desperate for that attention. She had no idea what she was doing as she tugged at his tee shirt, letting her hand trail down to his chest.
His own hands were under her shirt and feeling the warm skin of her back. It was nice against his cold hands. "You taste like booze" he slurred, smirking. "I like it."
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