All according to plan.

At 3:00 pm sharp, your knuckle raps on your bootyful neighbors door.

Opening the door, your neighbor drops the can of hard lemonade she was holding, giving you quite the sight as she tipsily turns around to pick it up in those familiar jean-shorts. "Sorry John, is this about the music again?" she asks, before seeing the bottle of coconut rum in your hand. "Oh, have you finally came to hang out?" she slurs out, letting you in.

You head into her kitchen and grab her a cup, filling with a good amount of the rum. "I have shot glasses. eh what the hell", before grabbing the cup and tipping it upwards as you open a lemonade of your own. You guys seem to be getting along even without the extra help.

About half an hour later, you guys are on her couch trading stories about events that happened in high school when suddenly her eyes soften and she begins to adopt a dreamy smile. In disbelief of your plans fruition, you just watch with rapidly hardening attention as leans over to you and wraps her arms around your shoulders, before pulling you in closer and throwing her mouth onto yours.