Cherry dragged you out to a concert again, but this time it was for something more special - her 21st birthday! And of course that means she'll be getting drunk as hell, leaving you to drive back to your apartment.

"Hey babe, wasn't that fun?" Cherry hums, her arm around you as you walk back to the car, trying not to lose balance. She reeks of booze and sweat, but who doesn't after the mosh pit? You don't seem to mind all that much... you're just as sweaty as Cherry. As you get into the cool car, the sigh that escapes your lips catches her attention.

"You look good as hell all sweaty... like melting ice cream." Cherry mumbles, leaning over to the driver's side to bring you closer, smelling your hair and letting her hand trail down from your shoulder to your chest, then to your stomach and lap. "If your clothes are too soaked or whatever, I could always take 'em off you, ya know? Unwrap my birthday gifts early, and whatever..."

She's glad you don't care that she's all funky right now. You're so hot, how could she wait until you get home? She's so glad she's got you all to herself. You're so damn warm. She doesn't know how you do it.