After a few drinks, Ariana had gotten a little tipsy. Well, little was a severe understatement. She was giggling at even the tiniest of things. Hell, she even had the racially patented Asian flush™. Balance was out of the question, and so was all rational thought. That’s what tequila did to you, and it had an even bigger effect on the relatively tiny Asian girl. Alcohol was coursing through her veins, which was not the brightest idea for someone who had just recovered from alcohol poisoning.
”Dude… Wesley… where have you been all my life?” Ariana slurred, slamming the shot glass down on the counter. ”You’re a lot of fun. I didn’t wanna drink today, but now… look at me!” She smiled dumbly, before ordering a couple more shots. ”I bet I can drink more than you, though. Bet on it. If you out-drink me, I will buy you more drinks. Deal?” Ariana raised an empty shot glass up for a cheers.
“Like I said, I’ve been in the shop. I hide in there.” Wesley laughed, looking down at the small Asian girl next to him. He was quite glad he had run into her at the bar- she was really funny and a blast to drink with. Seeing her pound back shots was very different from the Ariana he had met earlier who was drinking a virgin drink, and he definitely liked this version more.
Wes replaced the empty shot glass in her hand with a full one that the bartender had just brought out for them. He took one in his hand and clinked it against hers. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” He threw back the shot with ease and for good measure, downed the second one right after. Double the fun, right?
Ariana took her shots and downed them back-to-back without any qualms. Not even a flinch before she smiled and looked at her drinking partner. She signaled for four shots total. Mama didn’t raise a bitch, and Ariana wasn’t going to be backing down now. Whoever actually gave a shit about her wasn’t going to be happy about the lack of sobriety from Ariana, but she didn’t care.
All she cared about was beating Wes, and she thought she was doing so just fine. She took the shots like a champ, winking at Wes. ”Still wanna go?”
The blonde boy took another look at Ariana. He felt just fine and knew how to hold down more than six shots, but the girl looked as though her balance was beginning to falter. Although he would’ve loved to drink her under the table- and he definitely could- he didn’t feel like having a death on his conscience. After all, he didn’t think first-degree murder would look good on his college applications…. Or when he became a doctor. “Why don’t we take a break and explore a little bit, short stuff. There's a whole party to see!”
Ariana took exactly 2.3 seconds to think about the decision to start exploring before she nodded and got off her seat. Wobbling a bit, she took another brief moment to collect herself before grabbing Wes by the arm. ”Dude, I have an idea!” Ariana exclaimed, tugging his arm toward the bar/dance floor’s exit. The greatest idea of all time had popped into Ariana’s brilliant mind, and she couldn’t wait for Wes to see what she had in store. ”Let’s head to the front of the boat. You aren’t gonna believe what I have in store.
Wes had no choice but to follow the Asian girl, as she was gripping him so tightly that he felt his circulation being cut off. She was walking so fast that he nearly tripped over his own feet! “Whoa, whoa slow down Ari the party isn’t going anywhere!” He chuckled, trying to get her to slow down. They passed right by the dancefloor, which made him wonder where they were headed. “Why the front of the boat, there’s nothing happening there?”
Ariana had kept silent as she pulled him along the upper side. She was so happy with herself, that she was giggling a little bit as she sped past the very risque game of poker blackjack going on inside the game room. Her silence was supposed to indicate the sheer genius of her brilliant, brilliant idea. Drunk Ariana was the best Ariana, ”You’re gonna love it dude,” Ariana giggled, ”Bet.”
Once they arrived at the very front of the boat, Ariana let go of her death grip on Wes’s arm. She turned around and faced him, getting real close to him. She smiled, looking up and down his beautiful, blond, white boy face.
Wes looked around expectantly once they got to the front of the ship. There was nothing special going on… in fact there was almost no one there. He noticed Ariana grow closer and closer as they stood there in silence. Was she trying to make a move? Was this her trying to get him alone? In his drunkenness, he motioned around to the lack of people around them. “There’s nothing to see here, I’m confused.”
Ariana put a finger up to Wes’s lips and told him to shush. ”Just watch.” Ariana trailed… before moving up to her tippy toes and closing in very very close.
In a very unexpected fashion, Ariana turned around and stuck her arms out like she was t-posing. ”Hold me up, Wes! Hold my arms up!” Ariana felt the very cold breeze of the Pacific Ocean on her face. But at least there wasn’t an iceberg nearby, as far as Ariana could see. On her own, she started singing, starting softly and then crescendoing and decrescendoing dramatically. ”Near, far… whereEVER YOU ARE! I believe that the heart does go on…”
Oh man. It was almost a given that someone was going to recreate Titanic on this boat, but Wes didn’t know that it was going to be him. With a small anxious laugh, he looked around to make sure that no one was watching, and when the coast was clear, he swooped in without missing a beat. Holding up Ariana’s arms, he chuckled at her singing at the top of her lungs. “How does that line go again? It’s…” He spaced out, trying to remember the famous line from the movie. In all honesty, it had been ages since he had watched it.
”I’m flying, Jack! Ariana cried out, as she went on her tippie toes and felt more of the breeze on her face. Wes wasn’t exactly Leonardo DiCaprio, but he was close enough. She’d definitely be his Rose if he’d be her Jack. Turning her head, she looked at Wes in the eyes.
”Don’t ever let go… She whispered.
“That would be stupid.” Wes replied, looking at her and noticing how close they were. Deciding to close the space, he pressed his lips to hers. Retreating with a smirk, he pulled away completely. “Come on, let’s get away from the edge before you fall in…. I really hope no one has gone overboard yet…”