Jenna expected, with the power of lip gloss, that this weird little party game, where people kissed with a card until it fell off, wouldn’t really effect her. Hell- the card had stuck on this long, nobody had locked lips on this round. But then, just as Ariel was turning to her, without expecting it, the card fell, fluttering to the ground. And just like that, Ariel’s lips were on hers, without any warning or expectation.

“Boujour! Mademoiselle! Eh..fuck. Voulez vous coucher avec moi?” Danny couldn’t help himself, letting out a laugh at his own words.  Even he knew what those words meant. He was already having trouble with AP Latin, on what planet did he think he could help somebody with their French homework? There was a reason he never planned on visiting the French part of Canada. “I’m sorry, Ari, I can’t make heads or tails of the French language. Like, all I know is french dudes talk like “zis”, like wine, and really love doing this.” He says he leans in and kisses her cheek. “Oh oh, ze kiss ze women with..how do you say? Pizzazz and gentlemanly grace, no?”