Talk to Arianna

You make your way over to Arianna, grabbing a beer on the way. Maybe **** would help your hangover? You briefly consider going to the medicine cabinet to get some pills, but briefly dismiss that as Arianna upon seeing you gives you a bright smile with some relief mixed in.

"Oh my god, are you alright?" She begins to babble, looking at your head. "When you fell over, I was so scared, I thought you had like gotten a brain aneurysm, I read about that online that sometimes you can just die randomly because something goes off in your brain, and like it could literally happen to anyone at anytime, and like-"

You chuckle to yourself as Arianna keeps babbling, the bottle in her hand on several occasions threatening to spill its contents over its edge. Although normally shy, it seemed that **** made her chatty. Like, chatty.

"And I'm pretty sure that's how that famous dude died, like, what was his name?"

"Arianna," You finally take advantage of a brief pause in Arianna's constant talking to get her attention. "I'm fine, honestly. You don't have to worry about me."

"Well, like someone has to!"

You simply smile at her, shaking your head as you take a swig from your own bottle, feeling the bitter taste of cheap beer flow over your tongue. You grimace slightly. "How the hell do people ever get used to this taste?"

Arianna looked down at your bottle. "I dunno, like I thought it was kinda nasty when I started drinking it, but like then as I drank more it got better, ya know? I think I saw some nicer stuff, like some cider or wine around, but I dunno where its gone at the moment. I'd go look for it for you, but I'm feeling a bit like shaky?"

"Shaky?" You ask with some concern, raising an eyebrow. You look at the bottle in her hand, "How many of those have you had?"

Arianna suddenly laughed, putting her free hand to her mouth, her blue eyes flashing with amusement. "Only like two or three, silly. And its not because of the drinks, its because I'm worried about you, you dummy! Anyway, I've got a early start at work tomorrow."

Putting your hands up defensively, you can only grin back at her. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Smiling, Arianna took another sip from her drink. "So, like, are you completely sure you don't wanna get checked out at the hospital? Its not like anyone would judge you for going."

"I'm sure," You say authoritatively.

Arianna suddenly straightened, her mirthful face turning blank for a brief second. "Yeah, of course, you're fine."

You blink suddenly in confusion, "Arianna?"

"Yeah?" She replied, her smile returning to her face. "What's up dude?"

"Uh..." Your mind goes wild for a second, did you make her do that, or was that natural...?

"Nothing."

Should you experiment a bit more with this, or should you back off? Arianna might not be your closest friend, but she's still a good friend. Despite what that creature said to you, you're still not entirely comfortable with the idea of sexualising your friends. Even if you have had some weird dreams about them, it didn't mean you fancied them...right?

Your eyes briefly glance down towards Arianna's chest, noticing not for the first time her impressive breast size.

In the distance, you can hear your other friends talking, maybe it'll be best if you go and speak to them.