Jagermeister = Satan
So, tuesday night after work, Bri and I hung out at my place, damn near finished off a big ol' bottle of Jagermeister, and got waaaay too drunk. Haha. Expensive shit, too. I'm still broke as a joke, so I had to borrow around $20 from Louis to get it... because it's her favorite drink. Which made me excited to hear, actually, because the Cradle of Filth poster that I'm giving her is also a Jagermeister poster. Hell yeah for badass coincidences.
Anyway... she ended up staying the night with me... in my bed... ;)
...but you HAVE to believe me, nothing happened. I'm not trying to make her cheat on her guy. There was some cuddling, and a few close calls... she'd get her face right up in mine, smiling and staring me down with those gorgeous green eyes... and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife... almost like she was testing me... but my will is good. I just smiled right back. We were drunk, and I didn't want our first kiss to be something she might feel guilty about in the morning. For the most part, there was just lots of talking and laughing and being retardedly silly, and having a really good time in general. She fell asleep in my arms, and that's as much affection as we really need right now.
Anyway... she ended up staying the night with me... in my bed... ;)
...but you HAVE to believe me, nothing happened. I'm not trying to make her cheat on her guy. There was some cuddling, and a few close calls... she'd get her face right up in mine, smiling and staring me down with those gorgeous green eyes... and you could cut the tension in the air with a knife... almost like she was testing me... but my will is good. I just smiled right back. We were drunk, and I didn't want our first kiss to be something she might feel guilty about in the morning. For the most part, there was just lots of talking and laughing and being retardedly silly, and having a really good time in general. She fell asleep in my arms, and that's as much affection as we really need right now.