I stirred from my sudden nap, and glanced over at the couch. Anna was awake and scribbling in a notebook. I smiled and gave a big stretch, groaning as my back popped. This chair is comfy for sitting but not great for sleeping.

Anna gave me a smile when I looked back, her scrawling slowing down a little.

"What are you drawing?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing." She said, closing the notebook and setting it on the end coffee table. "Did you have a good nap?" She asked, her smile still on her face.

I rubbed my neck. "I definitely slept hard," I said with a laugh. Pulling my phone out, I checked the time. Geez it's already almost 7.

"Me too," She said, leaning back into the blanket which was still draped over her shoulders. "Thanks for this by the way," she said, giving a tug on the blanket.

I nodded, and got to my feet. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna change."

After getting to my room, I shut the door and pulled off my clothes. As I took off my bra, I let out a sigh. Now it feels like I'm home. I pulled on some sweatpants and a comfy sweater. The sweater was old and a little stretched out, so the collar hung down off my shoulder on one side. I quickly braided my hear and let it fall over my covered shoulder. After a big stretch, I headed back out to the chair in the living room.

I plopped down into the chair and grabbed a book off the table next to it. I saw that Anna had her notebook back out and was sketching in it again, more studiously than before.

"Do you like to draw?" I asked probingly.

She gave me a smile. "Only if I'm interested in what I'm drawing," She said, "that's why I'm terrible in art classes but love sitting around sketching."

I went back to reading my book and we sat quietly for a while, both happy to be done with the day. After a chapter I placed my bookmark back in and set it on the table, leaning back into my chair.

"Is this what your weekends are normally like?" Anna asked.

"The sitting and reading?" I asked. She responded with a nod. "Yeah, they are usually this boring." I said with a little laugh.

"I was thinking it was nice," She said, leaning back into the couch and setting her sketchbook back on the end table. "I tend to just always be going out on the weekends and then school on the weekdays."

"The quiet is nice." I said softly, sighing and closing my eyes. I listened to the blood rushing in my ears for a moment before letting out a yawn. "What should we do now?" I asked.

Anna thought for a second. "We could watch a movie? Or play a game?" She said, "I'm not good at choosing." Suddenly her face lit up with inspiration. "Drinking games!"

What? I gave her a confused look for a second. "With two people?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah!" she shot a smile at me. "We can watch a movie or a show and play a drinking game! It makes lots of movies way better."

I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but what's the worst that could happen? Giving a smile back I answered, "Sure, let's do it."

"So, what do you have to drink?" she said, giddy with the idea.

"I'm not sure." I stood and headed into the kitchen and began digging through the cabinet. Solana? Looks like tequila. Gin, and something pink in the back. Kinky? Interesting name for flavored vodka. I set each bottle on the counter as I checked them.

"Nothing says drinking games like middle shelf tequila." Anna said, coming up next to me and picking up the bottle off the counter. "Do you have any limes?"

"I have a couple in the drawer in the fridge." I said, pointing towards the bottom.

Anna grabbed them from the drawer and then began to shoo me away. "I'll cut these, wanna move to couch in front of the TV for me?"

I headed out to the living room and pushed my recliner to the side against the wall. I could hear Anna opening and closing cabinets in the kitchen. "In the rack, next to the sink," I said loudly, smirking. The sound of the cabinets stopped as she found the cutting board she had been looking for and I went back to moving furniture. I carefully dragged the small couch over to the center of the room and straightened the table in front of it.

Anna came out holding the tequila in one hand and a plate of sliced limes in the other.

"One of these days I'll figure out where stuff goes." Anna said, chuckling as she set down the plate on the coffee table. She twisted the cap and took a sniff of the tequila. "Mmm, smells like bad decisions."

I laughed, and set out the shot glasses.

"So what should we drink after we finish the bottle?" She asked while pouring.

I gave her a shy smile. "I confess, I'm a bit of a lightweight. I haven't gotten drunk in a long while."

She smirked, a devilish glint in her eye. "Oh, I am so gonna win this game." The shots she poured were dangerously full, nearly to the brim. "One to kick us off?" she said.

I nodded. We both tossed back our shots and bit into a lime. Anna set her glass down and dropped the lime into it casually. I, on the other hand, set both down and coughed a little. "God, that's strong."

Anna laughed. "lightweight indeed." She added with a wink.

We scrolled through the movies trying to match one with a suitable drinking game. After about 15 minutes and a "kickoff" shot later, Anna gave up.

"How about we try a different game?" she said.

"Like?" I said, raising my eyebrow at her.

"We can ask questions?" She's clearly making this up on the spot. "And every time you ask a question you take a shot, and if you don't want to answer a question, you have to take a shot."

"Sure!" I agreed reluctantly, "I may have no idea what question to ask, but I can try?"

"Sweet!" She said, pouring herself a new shot. A smirk came over her face and she tossed back the shot. "What's your deepest, darkest secret?"

I blinked wide eyed at her.

Suddenly, she burst out laughing. "Of course, that's not my real question." She poured two new shots. "How about… Do you have any siblings?"

This question started off the conversation, my worries of overly personal questions quickly melting away. We discussed for a long while, each others' families. We had both lost a parent young, Anna her father, and I my mother. Anna's mother has had a few boyfriends since then but nothing too serious, whereas my father had remarried a few years after. My new stepmom and I got along well, but I could never get past the feeling that she isn't my real mom.

It wasn't until we had started to drift off topic that I realized how much of the tequila we had finished.

"A-are we halfway through the bottle?" I asked, only now feeling the warmth in my face and the spinning.

Anna picked up the bottle and looked at it. "That's a little more than half," she said with a laugh. "Are you feeling it?" I waved my hand around, feeling like it was moving slow. Oh god, I am such a lightweight.

"um, yeah I am definitely feeling it."

"Do you want to stop?" she asked, considerately.

"No, I'm ok. It's just not a feeling I'm used to anymore." I said with a laugh. Anna smiled and poured us a new set of shots.

"When was the last time you got drunk?" She asked, looking at her shot before drinking it.

I thought back trying to remember. That would probably be my breakup. "Um, well I think it was after my boyfriend broke up with me… wow, that was almost a year ago now." Boyfriend? Lying now Els?

"That bad?"

I thought of that day, and the exact words she used, wincing. "Yeah… that bad." I picked up my shot and drank it. "Now I can look back on it and say that drinking the way I was, wasn't the best way to deal with it." I said with a laugh. "Do you drink often?" Anna gave me a strange look. Only then did I realize the way that came out and I stumbled over myself trying to correct it. "I-I don't mean like you're an alcoholic or anything I just mean do you like drinking?" If my face wasn't already red from drinking, this blush would be the darkest yet.

She gave me a smile. "I don't really drink." She said, pouring another set, "I also had a bout with destructive drinking. This is the first time I've drank for a good reason since then." She threw a smile my way, a warm and honest smile which I couldn't help but return.

I grabbed my shot and held it up, Anna following suit. "This one is to you Anna, for making drinking fun again." We clinked our glasses, spilling a bit, before tossing them back. I leaned against the arm of the couch, and noticed Anna's sketch book. "May I?" I asked reaching towards the book.

She seemed to ponder it for a second before shrugging and nodding. I flipped through the pages seeing sketches princesses, crowns, ball gowns, and a reindeer? The next few pages had different types and shapes of eyes. The next page had a full page sketch. It was of a girl in a chair. She was pretty, her features almost elven, with a delicate bone structure. Her neck was slender and the sweater she wore hung off of one shoulder. Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly parted making her appear asleep. The shading on the face showed that she had taken a long time with great care to try to get it right. Down in the bottom corner, in cursive was a name. "Elsa." I said the name out loud. I blinked for a second, followed by a blush. Am I really so drunk that it took me this long to realize it was me? That is literally what I am still wearing from my nap earlier.

I looked at Anna. "This drawing is amazing." I said to her, looking back and forther between her and the drawing, "You made me look beautiful."

She chuckled to herself. "I don't think that drawing quite does you justice." She glanced over me briefly. "especially right now." The look in her eyes as she looked me over was confusing. She looked almost far away but the way she stared, inflected an emotion I couldn't quite put my finger on. Lust seems like a close word to me.

I tried to shake away the thought, but noticed her leaning towards me. Moving closer and closer until her face was so close to mine I could feel her breath against my lips. Her eyes were focused on my lips as well. "A-A-Anna?" I stuttered. Her eyes peered into mine, and she seemed to come back into the moment. She jerked her head away suddenly, wide-eyed.

"I… I'm s-sorry." She was starting to tear up. I began to reach for her but before I could she got up and ran off to the room mumbling 'stupid' under her breath the whole way before slamming the door closed behind her.

Meanwhile, I sat there breathless after realizing the entire time I was watching her inch closer I had stayed perfectly still, holding my breath. My face was burning both from the alcohol and the almost kiss I just had. Not thinking clearly, I grabbed the bottle of tequila and drank what was left of it, the burn strong in my throat. I coughed after it had all gone down.

What in the hell just happened?

Having no answer to my own question I curled up on the couch and closed my eyes. Maybe tomorrow when the alcohol had worn off, some of this would make sense.

Authors note

*Well hello there! I am so incredibly sorry for the long break I ended up taking, and I am happy that I was finally able to put together a chapter for you guys. I truly hope this something you guys still look forward to reading. :)

As always, criticism is welcome and necessary. I always strive to be better.*