“The ***** pretty much,” Dana replied simply. “I-I mean, I don’t mean to sound like an idiot, but the ***** was pretty great. She always managed to do this thing with her tong-”

“Dance? Shall we?” Alice interrupted, not wanting to ever go down that track with anybody. It’s fair enough to learn a little about exes, but whatever oral movements they can do was not something Alice needed to know.

“I okey dokey,” Dana replied, not quite sure why Alice was so eager to dance. Dana managed to get herself up out of her seat with little difficulty, but after taking a few steps felt the alcohol rush to her head.

“Come here you drunk,” Alice said between laughs as she watched Dana struggle to walk. Alice walked over and, weaving her arm around Dana’s, helped guide her to the dance floor. “You’re a real lightweight, you know that right?”

Dana nodded before placing her head on Alice‘s shoulder and her arms around Alice‘s waist, pulling Alice as close as possible to her body. Alice slipped her own arms around Dana’s waist, slowly moving them up and down her firm frame before pulling back slightly and resting them on Dana’s shoulders.

“You look perfect tonight,” Alice whispered softly. Dana giggled childishly in response.

“I am not … perfect,” she said in a high pitched voice, her words slow and slurred. “For one, my right ear is bigger than my left”

“Who says you have to be symmetrical to be perfect?” Alice mused, reveling in Dana’s drunkenness.

“I do. Secondly I don’t like my feet”

“I think you have beautiful feet,” Alice interrupted.

“Stop interrupting me Pieszecke! My feet are too big!” Dana said before hiccupping. “And lastly but definitely not leastly…If I am so puuurfect then why haven’t you slept with me yet? Answer me this!”

“I-I…” She didn’t have an answer. Even if she did, Alice was too shocked by the question to give one.

Dana the beautiful, honest, funny tennis player perfect even when she had had too much to drink actually wanted to have ***** with her. For reasons unknown to Alice, this thought was terrifying.

“See. I gotcha there buddy,” Dana said with a laugh as she burrowed her head into the crook of Alice‘s neck. “Dana Fairbanks is not perfect.”