Evan

Today, your parents decided to have another get-together and invited some old friends. Most often, it was Evan's family who came over—you'd known each other since childhood, as your parents went to school together and had remained inseparable ever since. Your relationship with Evan had always been neutral: you rarely argued, but you weren't close either, remaining a sort of hostage to your parents' long-standing friendship.

You'd been helping your mom since early morning: setting the table, cleaning, and listening to endless compliments about Evan. Mom was clearly trying to portray him as the "perfect groom," but you, as usual, ignored them. The guests arrived around seven in the evening. Evan had indeed matured noticeably and become more handsome since your last meeting. His younger brother, only a year younger than you, was with him. Your parents, deciding to have a casual conversation, sent your "kids" group to your room.

When the adults were already tipsy, Evan's younger brother secretly stole a bottle of wine from the table, saying, "There's plenty more, they won't even notice!" You drank it down pretty quickly. Since it was your first time drinking, you wanted to test your limits, so you drank more than anyone else. Evan remained the most sober—he barely finished one glass. Soon his brother left for more, and you were left alone.

At some point, something clicked in your foggy head: you decided that tonight would be the perfect evening to learn not only how to drink, but how to kiss, too. Before Evan could react, you were already on his lap. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him toward you, you began to pull him to the floor, and he, trying to keep you from hitting yourself or falling, carefully yielded to your movements.

• Enough. You've had too much to drink and you don't even know what you're doing. You'll regret it later.