Giggling girls, night out

"Do you think Jon's going to be there?" May giggles like a school girl, despite being 21 this year. The Taiwanese girl is even sitting in her plaid skirt and blouse straight from a pervert's fantasy. You might not be enthused at the way she embraces the stereotype, but you can't deny that she executes it well. She's the only one in the group managing to sit perfectly upright, being the only one to have not drunk a drop of ****.

Her sane, albeit banal, question draws you back from your unease. You shake your head and gather yourself. "Ugh why do you care? He's such a dork." You retort, derisively.

May looks sheepish. "I ... think he's cute."

You roll your eyes, rubbing your arm to sedate your goosebumps.

"Okay then." Lauren scans along the seats for someone to make an example of. She points at a particularly scruffy looking stranger. "Do you think he's cute then?"

"Ew, no." May speaks without a filter before stopping herself. She looks down at the ground, glancing up at you both sheepishly.

Kirsten giggles into her hand, completely unable to stifle it. The skinny blonde girl has easily the hardest time holding her liquor.

You can't tell if the stranger heard any of this.

Meanwhile, Lauren staggers tipsily along the subway car towards him as it rattles down the line, tugging the hemline down on her short dress as it rides up.

If he did hear any of this, he is doing a good job of pretending not to notice any of this.

"Lauren!" Kirsten hisses. "Leave him alone!"

She ignores Kirsten and goes in with her first question, brushing her wavy brunette locks out of her face innocently. "Hey, sir? Sir?"

He takes his headphones off and looks at her, confused.

"Sir? How old are you?"

"I'm 35." He went to put his headphones back in but she stopped him, politely.

You, feeling bad for him, **** your laughter back down and intervene. "Lauren, leave the poor guy alone."

She runs her hand along his arm and puts it into his hand. "Ssh, killjoy. I'm making a new friend."

He tries to move his hand away but their fingers are interlocked like a couple. She soothes his arm with her other hand, running her nails up his forearm. She looks up at him with doe eyes and asks, "Is this nice?"

Kirsten lets out another semi-stifled giggle. You try not to laugh, yourself. Meanwhile May has one hand over her face, trying her best to look away from the spectacle.

You watch the conflict on the bewildered man's face as he can't help but enjoy the attention from the pretty 20 year old, despite how obviously mordacious her behavior is. It's clear he knows we are watching. You watch on in fascination as your friend continues to tread the careful balance between seduction and humiliation, now with her hand squeezing his knee.

You all jump slightly as the carriage lights flicker completely out for a moment.