[ Don't say what immediately came to mind don't do it don't-- ] Isn't that just part of being human? Trying things I shouldn't, even if it's supposedly impossible?

[ Crap. She drops her gaze to the bubbles below, feeling as awkward as the atmosphere around them. What a friendly conversation. She, too, is wondering if she's still drunk. Why the hell is she entertaining this idea?

Biting her lower lip, she glances back up just in time to see the blush. Oh boy. ]

A-And, you know, there's a species of moth that doesn't have a mouth. They only live to find their mate and continue the species. Isn't that kind of beautiful? If it doesn't stop them from finding each other...

[ Whyyyy is she trying to make a doomed moth sound romantic?! And God, they haven't even touched on the "privates" issue. Though, er, "touch" is probably a bad word to use there.

Monika keeps her eyes on him this time. Then slowly, she reaches over and snags his hand as it moves along her leg. Well, more like one of his fingers. There's no way she could ever dream of holding his entire hand. Will the gesture soothe him a little? ]

We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. [ The next words sting her throat as they fall out: ] We're only friends, after all.

[ Maybe saying it out loud would finally get her off the dangerous path she keeps denying that she's treading down. ]