There was a voice in his head that said, This is a very very very bad idea. Alan broke up with her like yesterday.
And then the other voice said, yeah, they're broken up, and also, fuck everything.
He didn't kiss her back at first, as if her cold lips had frozen his too, but he was four and a half beers deep in a short amount of time, and that had a very warming effect. He slowly kissed her back, not sure if he was allowed to touch her.
"But, Alan-" he mumbled as the kiss ended, frowning a little. But she couldn't go out in that weather. She'd have to stay the night.