Maisie gets aggressive.

As Maisie had instructed her, Sarah Morris drank as much as she could from the wine bottle in one gulp. She took it out of her best friend's hands and downed it again until it was almost empty. If Maisie had thought that this would be enough for the two of them to get drunk off of, she had been sorely mistaken. Lucky for the both of them, Sarah kept plenty of bottles of wine around for just this sort of occasion.

She went to the wine cellar and got three bottles: one for her, one for Maisie, and one for both of them to share. She had already popped the cork and started drinking by the time she got upstairs. Maisie was sprawled out on the couch in only her bra and her plaid pants, smoking her joint with her hand down the front of her pants.

"Oh my God," Sarah said. "Maisie, are you okay?" This was getting a little absurd. Just her break up with Darien had gotten Maisie this ready to party?

Maisie turned her head to look at Sarah. "Get comfortable, babe, have a seat. I was just thinking of the time that you hooked up with Bon Jovi in that nightclub." Her hand in her pants started moving again and Sarah realized that Maisie wasn't just scratching an itch. She blushed.