"This is the best night ever," he mutters, as he watches her stumble out of the bar after him, her legs are definitely not working in her favour, even though she hasn´t had that much to drink. They had been out with the whole squad, but when they had spotted Teddy, her now ex-boyfriend, she had probably had more drinks than she usually had. "Can I get your consent to put this on YouTube?" he asks, and gestures to his phone. She just laughs, a light breathless laugh and that is a little surprising too. She catches up with him, and smiles a big wide grin. He probably has to help her get home, so he makes sure to catch her, before her legs give up under her.
"Thanks," she says. "You´re the best."
"I know," he retorts. He´s not exactly his most sober either, but he thinks she is more drunk. She´s at the least behaving like it. "And you are going home now," he settles, but slurs slightly in the words.
"You´re un-fun," she states, and stops walking demonstratively.
"I changed my mind," he answers, and turns towards her, and flashes her a big gleeful grin. "I am definitely recording this."
"No," she whines, and puts a hand over his phone to block the lens, but at the same time her legs stop working again, and she stumbles forward towards him again. It´s a lot harder to catch her this time, but when he manages to, he quickly realizes that the whole catching her thing, was the least of her worries. Because she is close against him now, and god her shampoo smells amazing, her arms are wrapped clumsily around his shoulders and this is, probably the closest he´s ever been to her, since the ballroom last year.
She´s so close to him now, and he can´t do this. Definitely can´t do this, so he takes a few steps away, and cracks a smile. At least he tries to, he´s not at all sure it reaches his eyes. It probably doesn´t. She stares at him; she seems lost for words, as if she is just realizing it. As if she didn´t realize weeks ago, that even though he is dating Sophia, even though he really likes Sophia a lot, he´s not over her. That she can´t just get drunk, smile like that at him, and expect him to be fine with it.
"Jake," she says, and her voice practically cracks. Nothing like a big realization to sober up Amy Santiago nicely. However, what really interests him, is the hand on his arm. Her hand, trying to keep him there. He can still leave if he wants to, at least he likes to think that she can´t kick his ass completely. But she is not just letting him go, and pretend that something hasn´t just hit her, because it has apparently. His eyes softens, can´t help it, and turns towards her again. This time Amy reaches up for him, and cups his face in her hands, and she should definitely not be doing that.
"Don´t do that," he whispers, and he keeps feeling that quiet soft feeling, that he definitely doesn´t like, but got a little bit too familiar with after he realized, that he liked her. Amy doesn´t listen to him, and brushes her thumb against the skin of his cheek and he shutters. Then she does, what Jake never thought Amy Santiago would ever do, she kissed him. It´s not a very long kiss in reality, but it sure as hell feels that way, her mouth is soft but insistent against his, and his hands move from her shoulders to her lower back, his eyes flutter shut. It feels so right, and it feels right, really right. But when Amy´s mouth opens slightly, it calls him back to reality, and he lets go of her.
"Okay," he says a little breathlessly, and he steadies himself. He definitely avoids looking at her too, too afraid to see what´s on her face, and too afraid to give her a chance to talk. "You are definitely more drunk than I thought you were, you´re going home."
Amy doesn´t say a word when he hooks her arm around her shoulder, and gets her home. Neither does he of course, and it is all an uncomfortable sea of silence. But he doesn´t know what else to do.