Just because Elaine had had a hangover once did not mean that she had only been really drunk once. No, she had managed that a few times and still woken up fine the next morning thanks to her body generally being amazing like that. So this right here was not just the second time that she had been drunk enough to know that she could pass out and stay that way until well after the sun came up. It was, however, the first time that she could ever remember being this drunk and still sort of turned on by some guy who she really was not attracted to. The longer she looked at him the more that progressively smaller part of her mind that was sensible and sober and Elaine was convinced that there was nothing about him she liked. Really, he had a sort of devilish charm about him, like Derrick, and she was over that. Why would she wanted something that grinned like that when she could - no I can't. I can't have that because we're just friends. That thought stung worse than the alcohol burned on her next drink and the only reason that no tears popped into her eyes was because she was too busy being entranced by what Marius was saying. Was he calling her a pretty girl?
This is just not right. There was that sensible part of her brain again. But why listen to it? Marius was right there, he was attractive - he's not the right sort of pretty - and definitely interested. It was that last part, mixing in with all the hormones that she had not expected to have surge to the surface like this, that really did it so when Marius cupped her face and turned her head she just went with it. Went without a problem, her own hand even slid up to rest on his shoulder and she found that she was standing so that she could kiss him better. Only... after a moment she wanted to pull away because there was something wrong with his tongue. Elaine made the slightest of movements to move, but she stayed where she was and then she forgot why she had been trying to move at all. She forgot a lot of things as she was standing there, but she could not banish from her mind the idea of eyes that were the right shade of blue.