Rocco“Omigod, I love my best friend, but especially when she’s drunk.” Georgie drunkenly stumbled through my front door. “She comes up with the best ideas. I haven’t danced like that since college.”
“I think I might be jealous of all the guys that got to see you dance like that, in college.”
“Sweetie, when I was in college, you were like in middle school. You didn’t need to see that kind of dancing. That’s just wrong.”
“But, it’s perfectly acceptable now, as a matter-of-fact… Hold that thought.”
I went over to my stereo and put on a record.
“Wait, this is a slow song,” she looked confused.
“I know, I want to see what you’ve got,” I smirked and sat down on the couch.
“Oh. Mm. You come up with some pretty good ideas yourself, you know.”
“Do I?”
“Mmhm,” she bent down, kissed me, then
