Note: Uhh... just imagine them at some kind of formal party at the mansion.

"Listen here bitch. I'm not messing around anymore." She vexed as she slowly walked towards me. Her long manicured finger pointing directly at my chest.

In normal circumstances, I would have put an end to such a behavior. Maybe break a finger or two, but alas, today wasn't that sort of day.

My vision was slightly blurred as my body responded slowly towards her hostile advances. I tried to focus, but her face suddenly duplicated, making me see doubles.

Ahh, yes... I was drunk... Actually, beyond drunk.

A while ago, I took it upon myself to relax for a bit after a harsh encounter with Jeff. I figured I would rather calm my nerves by taking a few shots of some strong liquor and let my body relax. For once, I tried not to have the night end with an unnecessary fight... but of course, fate said otherwise.

"You got that?!" She emphasized once more as her nail dug further into my skin.

My senses were completely muddled due to the liquor and somehow, I ended up in a confrontation with this fan crazed psycho. With a stumble I scowled back.

I'm known for calmly assessing my surroundings, and taking the best course of action to diffuse any kind of situation. Whether it were for physical fights or arguments, I try to stay calm and collected. Clear the mind so to speak.

But when alcohol is involved... things become... more complicated. I become more sociable and very quick tempered. My tolerance immediately depletes and my rationalization suddenly disappears. In short, I'm a whole different person.

"Excuse me?!" I slurred as I slapped her hand away from me.

Her brows firmly knitted together as I took a step forward. Our bodies both tensed, as if we were both ready to throw that first punch. The room itself felt heavier as our hostility emanated.

"Don't you touch me you little psycho." I gritted back as I looked her straight in the eyes. Not once did she look away. She was ready, ready to finally dig her little claws into my neck.

Our relationship wasn't particularly favorable in the mansion. In fact, we hated each other. She would always... Always... ALWAYS accuse me of doing things that weren't true. Assuming I had feelings for the love of her life... but she couldn't be more wrong. Now with all this pent up anger on both sides, everything was finally coming out.

"You may have everyone else fooled but I know the TRUTH!" She snarled back as her face inched up towards mine. "I know about your feelings towards my prince and if you think for a second that I would be stupid enough to fall for your lies, then you have another thing coming bitch."

I was speechless. From her courage or her stupidity, I didn't know. "What lies?! God you are so fucking insane! Why can't you see that these little delusions that you have are just all in your head!" I yelled back as my hands gripped together, trying my best to refrain myself.

"Please. I saw your little conversation with him earlier. If that were true, then why we're you so close?!"

And there it was. My last bit of rationality, flying through the door. She was insane. Psycho. Delusional. Of all the times to confront me, today wasn't the day. Without so much as a thought, I spoke in a way that could even chill the darkest of killers. "Fine." I whispered. "If that is what you want."

My body turned towards the opposite direction, making its way towards the person of topic. "Then I'll give you what you want."

All that could be heard was me muttering to myself. All while attempting to not stumble but obviously failing. Duplicates were all over my line of vision. People, lights, objects, all of the above but I couldn't care less. Pure rage was flowing through my body, blinding me even. What even was rationality?

"You really want to see us together?" I continued to whisper as I stood behind a familiar broad back. His dark hair was illuminated by the lights.

"Then I'll give you what you want bitch." I finally said before I forcibly turned his body to face mine.

The shock on his face was one to remember indeed. He seemed surprised, shocked even. The thought of me actually attempting to talk to him seemed laughable, illogical even... but what I was about to do seemed even crazier.

Just before he could speak, before he could even realize what was happening, I violently pressed my lips on his. The sound of the light music echoed in my ears as I moved my lips to the rhythm. A light shriek could be heard behind me, and all I could do was grin in satisfaction.

Jeff seemed stiff at first, he even rejected me. He immediately pushed me away out of pure shock. "J-Jane? What the-" but just before he could finish his outburst, I pushed back.

I wanted to savor the moment for that crazed girl. I wanted her to live in this moment for mornings to come, to teach her a lesson to not mess with me.

Before I knew it, Jeff was kissing back. Our mouths formed to the rhythm as his arms hesitantly, but surely wrapped around my small back.

Surely my mouth tasted bitter from my previous drinks, but that was the least of my concerns. He pressed further, deeper into me as our bodies were practically melding together. My mind felt numb, fuzzy even.

At this point, I had no clue what I was doing. How long were we even kissing? A minute... maybe 2? Was my revenge supposed to last this long? Hell, was I even kissing right?!

The room shook and blurred, making my mind go wild. The only thing I was sure of at this point was his warm body surrounding my cold white skin. I felt a moment of bliss from this warmth... but what came with this bliss was a feeling of unease. Could it possibly be because of the alcohol... or no?

The music pounded louder, making my head vibrate. I broke our connection and tried to focus on his face, but even that seemed impossible. His appearance started to blur and my mobility began to fail. I could have swore I heard him call my name a few times, but the music made it hard to hear.

Before I knew it, the walls were spinning and my body felt heavy. It was at that moment when everything went dark...

I awoke the next morning with an insufferable hangover. My head pounded, as if it were slamming itself on a brick wall, my mouth felt dryer than the Sahara Desert, and not to mention the nausea that came with it.

I felt awful, dead even. All I could do was moan in agony. As my eyes adjusted to the harsh light, I realized one thing for sure…

... this wasn't my room.