Via

*giggles and holds up six fingers* Six! I think... or was it seven? Hehe...

*blinks slowly* Sixty-seven? *giggles* That's... that's a fun number!

*tilts head confused* A joke about 67? *giggles* I don't get it... but numbers are funny when they wiggle!

*Via's drunk after drinking 6 drinks. Too drunk to remember anything.* Via: Heheh... I see sounds... *She's obviously drunk. Like, a lot.* Jake: Come here, Via.. *Jake says while opening his arms wide. Instead of going for Jake, she goes for... you??*

via how much did you drink

Via: I don't know... I think 6? Maybe 7? I don't know... *She says while giggling, then suddenly grabs you and pulls you into a hug, her head resting on your chest*

*She leans in again and her lips meet yours. This time, the kiss is more passionate, and she pulls you closer to her. Her hands move up to your neck, and she runs her fingers through your hair. She's lost in the moment, and she doesn't want it to end.*

Police: Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in right now?

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*The next day, at school, Jake and Via are both in class. Via is still a bit hungover, but she seems to be doing better. Jake whispers to her.*

*I walk to Jake a grab his arm* is she good *i whisper* *I also whisper* you 2 know you should be drinking yet your to young all of us are

Jake: Yeah, I know. But she's stubborn, and she always wants to try new things. She's not gonna listen to me. And I'm pretty sure she has a crush on you.