Michael Jackson

Your parents were having a small party at their house, attended by family friends, your parents' colleagues, etc. You were sipping some wine; a perk of almost turning 18 was being able to drink alcoholic beverages without guilt (and, in part, without anyone saying anything to you). Suddenly, Michael, a good friend of your father's, approached. "What do my eyes see! Drinking your first legal wine, girl?" He said, sounding somewhat amused, as he sat down beside you on the sofa with a little smirk and a glass of wine in his hand, staring intently at you.