Today was Amity's eighteenth birthday. It was... the day of her birth. That was for sure. She can't quite remember the last time she'd gotten excited about her birthday. It used to be the one thing she looked forward to all year as a kid and now it hardly meant anything to her.

It was another normal day, she went to work and she had done her part. Though today started off particularly bad as she was heading out, her mother pulled her aside and asked about her financial status.

At first she was confused, why would she ask that? Amity could barely afford to pay her half of the rent, ( yes, at seventeen) let alone afford her own place. It wasn't like she never had enough money— as you could imagine she was pretty decent with her job being acting and such, she never had much left after her many responsibilities.

She was kicking her out. "No rush," Odalia says in that overly saturated tone of voice she uses when there most definitely is a rush, and then she sent her off on her merry way to work for the money she never got to keep.

So Amity got quite a bit of attention from Luz that day with her bad attitude and such. Though she was a little annoyed at how she had to work even on her birthday, she was glad nobody knew because she'd be passing around quite a lot of thank you's today on set— and she isn't very generous with those. She guessed the extra kisses made up for it a bit.

It'd be her little secret to keep, today was her birthday.

That was, until Luz asked later that day at the cafeteria, her usual cup of coffee in hand, "So, any plans tonight?"

Amity paused. "What are you talking about?" She looks down at her computer to wade any rising suspicion. She has an essay due tomorrow and she doesn't need any distractions. Though, she doesn't know what she expected coming here with her. "Of course not."

"It's your birthday," she says, casual.

"How did you know that?" Amity whispered, lowering her head as if someone's listening. And here she was thinking she'd hidden her sweet secret so well.

"Looked it up on Google," she laughs a bit. "Idiot."

Right.

She's such an idiot. Why didn't the thought ever occur to her that anyone and everyone knew today was her birthday? The ceaseless subtweets didn't count. She wanted it from people that mattered.

And now she's feeling a bit salty. Why did no one at all say it to her today?

Oh, and—Amity's heart flutters a bit and she's surprised to find that she's still very confused about...them. Shouldn't things have worked itself out by now? "I'm not doing anything…"

Luz nods her head slowly. Without a word she stands up, slamming Amity's laptop shut. "What—!" Amity's about to go off on her about auto saving and deadlines when Luz holds out her hand and it all melts away. Amity doesn't think twice to take it, she already knows she's about to have either a very good time or a very bad one.

She all but flies out of the booth and packs up her things in one fluid swoop because—Luz had an idea and her ideas are never good in all the right ways that Amity loves. She slings her bag over her shoulder and off they go out to the parking, hand in hand. "Where are we going?" Amity asks, breathlessly as they pull out of the excessive perimeter gates.

"I'm taking you out to celebrate your birthday," she shrugs and Amity panics at all the things that could mean. It's just past eleven thirty at night and she kisses the chance of getting back home before curfew goodbye. She decides to shut off her phone.

She's been in this exact car with her countless times before, but tonight it's somehow drastically different. She supposed that all of the past times were so bad because there was tension between the two of them somehow...everything is more or less out in the open. Actually, she doesn't know what they are. Are they doing this as girlfriends or—or as coworkers?

She really doesn't know. Okay, this is miserable again. She starts to feel stuffy so she rolls down the window and lets the cool late night breeze filter through the car. And it's much too quiet and she's got nothing to say and she has no idea where they're going and why she's doing this so she reaches to turn on the radio and turns it all the way up. They turn onto the highway and to really make it seem like she's got everything under control and she's not insanely exhausted, she sticks her head out the window and screams.

She looks over and sees Luz laugh to herself, focusing on the road. Good, she thinks this is cute. "You're so awk, Blight," she screams over the obnoxiously repetitive pop music. Amity whines. What is she doing here? In Luz Noceda's car like this...so confused about everything?

Amity actually falls asleep for a short while and when Luz shakes her awake, they're parked in front of some restaurant. Through her grogginess she panics— wait! I'm with her? Where am I? And the bumping music from inside the building makes her excited, like she's about to embark on some epic quest tonight on her birthday. "Get your ID ready," Luz says ominously and jumps out of the car.

What!? Before she can panic anymore, Luz opens the door for Amity and physically, actually pulls her out of the car. Slamming the door shut and without actually checking if she locked it, Luz grabs Amity's hand and pulls her along the long walkway around the building towards the entrance. She's running so fast that Amity nearly trips a few times trying to keep up. Her lungs are aching, the cold night air burning her nose as her heart pounds a mile a minute in her chest.

She has no idea where she is, it's past her curfew and she's with Luz. How much worse can this night get? They enter the restaurant and the vibe is immediately exciting to Amity. It's mostly dark, lit only slightly by the occasional overhead table light. There's a nice but annoying top 50's pop song playing and all the tables are close together. And it's completely empty. Shocking for a Wednesday night.

She decides not to ask where they are because it's more fun not knowing. The place is so empty that they seat themselves, Luz pulling her to a booth table all the way in the back. "I'm starving," she says, immediately picking up the menu on the table.

Amity is not starving. She's panicking and she feels like she could vomit. "Do you have your ID?" Luz asks suddenly, there's a mischievous glint in her eye and that same shot of panic rushes through her again.

"Yes," she manages to croak out. Her voice is nearly gone from all the stress she's under right now. Luz notices her tenseness and offers her a sympathetic look, the only one she'd get for tonight.

"Just relax, Blight, geez." She glances back down at the menu and gets a playful grin on her face. "You have to get this," she points at a drink on the bottom of the page. Oh no.

Amity nervously peers over to see it, it's hard to make out under the dim ambience and glare from the overhead light but when she reads alcoholic beverage, she's quick to glare at Luz. "That's—no!" She gasps incredulously. "I can't order that!"

Luz laughs, giving her a condescending look. "Why not, Amity?" She teases. "You scared?"

"No! Of course not," she stammers. "I didn't plan on getting drunk tonight."

"Why not?!" She laughs, she can see right through pathetic little Amity. "You're eighteen! And who said you had to get drunk?"

She doesn't know. She doesn't know anything about drinking and alcohol and getting drunk. She doesn't even know where she is. She's so confused. "It's not going to happen, Noceda." She crosses her arm, standing her ground.

" Coward ," she sings, laying back against the booth. Amity feels like a stupid kid— she doesn't know what she's doing here. Why did Luz always make her feel so small?

The waitress comes by shortly after, a pen and notepad ready to take their orders. "Have you ladies decided or do you need a little more time?"

"We've never been more ready," Luz grins up at the woman, easy breezy.

"Alright," she laughs. "What can I get for y'a?"

"Water with lemon," Luz says, then her eyes flick over to Amity, watching her, just daring her.

Amity doesn't even know the name of the drink. With a deep breath and a quick glance at the menu again, she says. "Blue Hawaii!" She says but it comes out more like a question and Luz burst into a fit of laughter. Why...why was it called blue Hawaii?! It sounds so innocent and fun and not like an alcoholic drink.

"Okay," the waitress says. "May I see your ID, please?"

A pang of panic rushes through her. Right. She quickly digs through her bag with her laptop, feels around for her wallet and—gosh it's already been probably more than thirty seconds. But the waitress just waits and Luz waits and everyone's waiting on her. Thankfully, she finds it and quickly pulls out her identification card, her hand shaking as she hands it up to the woman.

"Okay Amity," she smiles. "Happy birthday! I'll have that right up for you guys."

"T-thank you," Amity says quietly. She walks away and Luz slams her fist on the table, limp with laughter. Amity glares moodily at her.

" That . Was amazing," she says, falling over on the seat. She reaches under the table and traces her finger along Amity's leg and she squeaks. Luz laughs sitting back up. "I'm proud of you!"

"I'm going to be sick," Amity whines into her hands. The minutes pass and eventually the nice waitress lady comes back with their drinks, including Amity's blue Hawaii. It's blue, hence the name and it's actually quite simple in concept. Her dumb kid brain would think it was a blue berry smoothie had it not been served in a cocktail glass.

After the waitress leaves again, Luz says, "You have to drink the whole thing."

"The whole thing?" Amity repeats nervously. She doesn't even know what kind of alcohol was in this drink. She didn't know her tolerance levels or if she should even think about drinking this. She lifts the glass to her lips and gets a whiff of it, the alcohol burning her nose. It smells so good.

"Go ahead," Luz watches with sweet anticipation. "Finish it or you're a baby."

Amity wants to shrivel up and die. How is it that Luz can make her feel like such a dirty little piece of human scum and like she's going to explode with excitement at the same time? She has to prove herself now more than ever. She's eighteen. So she tilts the glass and starts to chug and she doesn't stop for anything.

She starts to get a headache as soon as she's halfway through it but still she doesn't stop. The drink is thick and it's burning her throat and she needs to cough and she feels dizzy and how did she get here? With Luz like this...so in love with her but she's eighteen and Luz is seventeen and this so wrong and she's a creep and this is—

She has to stop just seconds to the last sip and slams the glass back down onto the table. Luz claps but it's just background noise to Amity. She feels like it's going to come right back up so she pulls the glass back toward her just in case.

But then Luz snatches it and downs the last bit of the disgusting blue glass of death. Amity gasps. "Luz! You can't—!"

"Relax! It was only a little!" She says and she already sounds drunk. Wow. This is crazy. This is the point of no return. She's made the worst mistake of her life and now she's stuck. Suddenly, Amity feels intensely calm, like so calm she's wondering what she was so worried about just a second ago and it feels so surreal. She lets out an unprompted giggle and Luz giggles with her. "This much," she pinches her fingers together.

"I used to think alcohol was poison," Amity laughs because suddenly that's a really funny thought to her.

"What? No," Luz waves her off. "Alcohol is the coolest thing ever. Trust me. "

"I really wanna kiss you right now." Amity says suddenly and she throws her hands over her mouth immediately after. She can't really remember what kind of relationship they have and she probably just ruined it.

Luz pauses, a blush rising to her cheeks. "Me too. You're really cute, by the way. Have I ever told you that?"

"No," she casts her gaze down to the table, feeling sad all of the sudden. She doesn't know why but she really wants her attention. Like, she wants her to pay attention only to her. Forever. She's never felt fully loved by her and that little bit of affection made her heart beg for more.

"Well, you are. And you're smart and you're a bitch," she ticks off five fingers. "That's five things."

Amity pauses, trying to get her eyes to focus so she can actually count her fingers and confirm for herself that it was in fact, five things. "What?" Her eyebrows furrow in deep concentration. "No it's not."

"Whatever. I suck at math." She sighs. "I always get an F."

"It's okay," she feels this intense need to comfort Luz but then she comes to the sudden realization that her arm isn't going to reach all the way over the table and she has to comfort her so she stands up to reach across and gently stroke her arm.

Luz smiles and pulls Amity's hand up to her mouth to give it a sloppy wet kiss. Amity gasps, that may be the most romantic thing to ever happen to her. "I want to kiss you." Amity says again.

Luz suddenly stands up, slamming a few dollars onto the table. She takes Amity's hand and they run out of the restaurant, back around to the parking lot without a word. Her heart's racing at what could happen, the thought of her lips on hers…

They make it back to the car and Luz pushes Amity against the passenger side's door. She gives her a deep, sloppy kiss and Amity moans into it, she tries to return it but she's too drunk to do anything.

Luz pulls away and Amity whimpers. "Get in." She tells her.

"Wait—!" She tries to kiss her again but Luz pushes her back.

"You have to be patient."

With a bit of a fuss, Amity gets herself into the car and fumbles to buckle her seatbelt. Luz gets in and they immediately pull off. They drive for a while but they only take the empty streets. Luz swerves every so often but it's a good thing they're alone on the road. Amity just thinks it's fun like a roller coaster at Disneyland and she sticks her arm out of the window, high fiving the late night breeze. She's got a hot date tonight.

After a long forty five minutes, they've driven so far that they're on a single narrow road, the only thing for miles to the left or right is empty field, the occasional car zooms past them.

Luz parks on the side of the road, the car is crooked but in her mind it's perfect. She stumbles out of the car and rushes to help Amity stand up because she's practically a noodle at this point, the entirety of her drink has settled into her system.

She holds her hand, a supporting hand on her back as they wander into the open field under the inky black night sky. "This is cool," Amity looks around like there's a lot to be seen here. Like it's not just tumbleweeds and dirt. She throws her head back, flails her arms out and does something resembling a twirl, letting out an excited scream. This is the best night ever. She briefly wonders what time it is. Oh well.

She twirls and screams and tumbles around so much that she becomes dizzy. She stops, shaking her head to try and focus on that dark blob walking toward her. Oh, it's Luz. "Awww," she stumbles onto her and Luz catches her by the arms. "You're really cute."

Luz gives her a lopsided little grin and they kiss gently, Amity almost seems a bit hesitant but as it goes on she relaxes. This is fine? This was fun. She doesn't know why she was so worried before. Then Amity teasingly pulls away and asks, "Wanna get married?"

"Nope," Luz laughs and kisses her again. Amity can't help herself but melt into it but once she gains her composure again she pushes her away angrily.

"Why not?" She gasps. "I'll wear the dress and we can go to the Bahamas for our honeymoon."

"Sounds dumb," Luz snorts. She pulls away, dropping Amity's hands and she spins round. "I'm never getting married!" She screams at the dark sky excitedly. Amity looks down, a sad, jealous feeling blossoming in her chest as the worst headache of her life pounds in her temples. She's not exactly sure why but it's there. She hiccups, stumbling toward her. She plants a firm hand on Luz's back and she stumbles into her.

Amity, by the miracle of some kind, manages to hold Luz and herself up without tumbling over like she has so many times already. They stare at each other, Amity searches in her eyes for sympathy or a sign-or—or something. Doesn't she love me? Aren't we in love?

Luz suddenly leans in, a quick kiss and then bites down on Amity's bottom lip. She gasps, shuddering before she pulls away from the painful love bite. She guesses it doesn't really matter if they're in love or not. This is fun either way.

"Don't bite me," she says, trying to sound stern but it comes out much whinier. "That hurt."

"Good," Luz says, nips at her lip again and Amity moans in pain. She wishes she would do it harder. "Someone's got to punish you."

" Punish me?" She giggles elatedly. That sounds dirty and exciting. She wonders… "Have I been bad?"

"Very," Luz says and Amity gets a shock of intense excitement. Why does she hang on her every word? Why is everything about her so…

She's so confused so she leans forward and kisses her again. That always seemed to help, for a second at least. At least when they were kissing, she was only feeling one thing.

She doesn't know how she's supposed to feel. Is this real and serious or is it all another night to her? Luz kisses the corner of her mouth and then—gently flicks her tongue over Amity's lips and she shivers delightedly. She loves it when she does new stuff to her.

Amity, unsure and incredibly thunderstruck, she slowly sticks her tongue out to meet Luz's and they touch for one bizarre, jolting moment. She's much too dizzy to do that. She thinks she'd pass out if she tried to do that tonight. "You creep," Luz says darkly.

"What ?" Amity asks, confused beyond comprehension. Weren't they just making out one pico-second ago? What—

Luz reaches up, fumbling to unzip her jacket, slowly inching it down and Amity shivers from the cold. "This is so wrong. You can't…" she pulls her into another kiss but somehow Amity is the bad guy here.

"What's wrong?" She asks between soft, quick little kisses. It's so sloppy that it barely counts but still it makes Amity feel all glowy inside.

"You can't kiss me." Luz groans into her neck.

"I'm trying not to," she admits. "I don't know what's going on."

"Me either," another kiss. "Amity, I think we're lost."

"Really?" She asks, breathless. She's gently kissing her and it feels so, so good she thinks she's going to die right here in this field in the middle of nowhere. "You got us lost."

"Happy birthday." She gives her another deep kiss and Amity nearly falls over. She's really drunk. What is she doing? Is this real? These kisses feel so real and soft and sweet that she thinks, they're definitely girlfriends. Right? She kind of forgot. Once she comes out of this insanely terrible hangover, she's going to tell Luz how much she loves her. But what could she do now that would get the same point across? How could she make her feel fluttery and special and beautiful?

"You too."

They both called off of work the next morning.