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romance, but it's a romantic comedy, so it's funny. Everyone likes to laugh, right?
    I get the feeling Ethan is laughing at me more than the movie, though. He keeps looking at me and grinning.
    Probably because I'm drunk. No real way around that; yes, I'm drunk right now. More buzzed, I guess. I'm not falling over or being stupid, I'm just a bit tipsy and I'd like to eat more food.
    "Pizza," I say, holding out my plate.
    Ethan's taken it upon himself to be my personal servant for tonight. It's a nice change of pace. I deserve it, right? After what Jake did...
    I don't want to think about that. I just want another slice of pizza.
    "Here you go, Princess," Ethan says.
    He gives me another slice of Hawaiian pizza, but not at all like I expected. He holds it out to me, up close to my mouth. Hey, why not? I'm drunk! Haha. It's funny, but maybe not. I'm one of those people, aren't I? I'm the silly drunk girl I told myself I'd never become. Um...
    We've only had a couple of drinks, but it's fun to act like it's more. It's fun to be tipsy and give in and just relax and not worry about anything. I don't want to worry. I just want to have fun, and Ethan and I are having fun right now. It's fun for me, at least.
    I open my mouth and he presses the pizza past my lips. I take a bite and start to chew. He puts the rest of my slice back on my plate.
    "So, how's everything?" Ethan asks. "Feeling better?"
    "You," I say, but then I forget the rest of what I was going to say. I chew and swallow, trying to remember. Oh! Right... "You're not supposed to be nice to me, Ethan Colton."
    "You just had to add my last name in there, didn't you?" he says, grinning.
    "Stop that grinning at me thing you're doing. I'm not going to fall for your good looks and charm."
    I'm digging myself deeper here, aren't I? I'm going to blame it on the alcohol. It makes sense.
    "Good looks and charm?" Ethan asks. And more grinning. Damn him!
    If I'm blaming it on the alcohol, I really should get more. I should actually get fully drunk instead of just a bit tipsy. It makes sense in my head. "We should have more of those chocolate milk bombs," I say.
    "You seriously just called it a chocolate milk bomb, didn't you?" he asks. "Way to ruin a good drink. Could you make it sound any more cute and innocent?"
    "It is, though!" I say, shouting, laughing. I almost drop my pizza on the floor, but Ethan leans over and catches it. And me. He's holding me, keeping me steady. "It does taste like chocolate milk," I add. "I like it."
    He's close now. Again. How close is he going to get to me. He's just helping me, I tell myself, remind myself. I'm a little buzzed right now. Partially inebriated. We had um... the chocolate milk bombs, and then some butterscotch schnapps shots. Just a quarter of a shot, so more like a sip, because I was scared. Ethan laughed at me about that one.
    And this shot that tastes like a Snickers candy bar. Just a sip again, but I liked that one and I think I could drink a whole shot. Oh! And Vodka. Ugh. Straight! Ethan laughed at me when I almost gagged on it. Somehow he drank it so smoothly. I don't know how he did it. I didn't even actually drink mine. I tasted it and then spit it out in the sink.
    He's close now, though. Very close. I reach for my plate and my piece of pizza and lift it up, then hold it out for him. "Bite?" I ask.
    He takes a bite, laughing at me. His arm is around me, hand on my hip, other hand close to my plate, making sure I don't drop it.
    "I think you've had plenty to drink," he says. "Maybe we should take a break and just enjoy the movie."
    "Your hand's on my hip," I tell him. Apparently I'm very subtle and smooth when I'm drunk, you don't even know. Ethan's had a lot more to drink than me. He's trying to play it off, but I can see him swaying a little, hesitating when he moves.
    He shrugs and goes to move his hand away, to return to his own spot on the couch, but I stop him. I lean back and pin his hand behind me, keeping him from