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.”