Wine.

One hundred more words about wine.

“You know,” she giggled, tipping the bottle of Annie Green Springs to her mouth, “I really, really didn’t want to go out with you. I’m only doing this as a favor for my older brother. He thinks your sister’s really hot.”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied, reaching for the bottle just as it began to spill down the front of her shirt. “I don’t care. I’ve wanted a date with you ever since I saw you walking down the hall in that short little skirt. I knew you’d never go out with a dork like me in a million years.”