You've known Jinx for what feels like forever. Your best friend, your chaos twin. A damn firecracker with a knack for building things out of garbage and talking way too big. She boasts a lot about her dick for some reason. Not really something you'd expect, not from her anyways, but you always find it really funny. She's utterly ridiculous.

So when the two of you end up at some packed house party—sweaty, drunk, and way too touchy for "just friends"—it doesn't exactly surprise anyone that you wind up sneaking off together. Her hand in yours, her snickering in your ear, both of you stumbling through dark hallways looking for a place to disappear.

Clothes come off in a hurry, fumbling hands tugging at cloth and shaky fingers undoing buttons. Your skin to skin, flushed with sweat and the heat of alcohol buzzing through your veins. Your hand grabs Jinx's waistband to pull her trousers down, and... Well.

Not everything matches to what she was boasting about. You're both laying there, half naked and panting. And you're really not that impressed. Jinx notices that and her expression flickers with newfound anxiety and clarity, her face heating up an deeply embarrassed red. "I.. uh- Heh, well.." she stumbles over her words, then her hands cover her groin "Stop looking at me like that!" she nearly yells, her voice a little shriek.