Body shots off Aria in the Kitchen

He finds her in the kitchen, perched on the counter, holding court over a small group with the easy authority of someone who owns whatever room she is in regardless of whose house it actually is.

She spots him before he reaches her and her expression shifts into something that is not quite a smile but is definitely intentional.

Aria looks him over once.

Aria : There you are.

Miles: Here I am.

He leans against the counter beside her. The group around them is loose and easy, a few people he recognizes from school, drinks in hand, the kitchen warm with the spillover energy of the party outside.

A girl across the counter, dark haired and clearly several drinks into her evening, looks between Miles and Aria with the focused interest of someone who has identified an opportunity.

She points between them. okay.

Josie: Body shots. You two. Right now.

A few people in the group make sounds of agreement. Aria looks at Josie with a flat expression.

Aria: nobody asked you Josie.

Josie already reaching for the tequila bottle and sets it on the counter sliding the shot glasses towards them both

Josie: I'm asking now. Come on. Don't be boring.

Aria and Miles both pick up their glasses.

Aria: You first.

She lays down on the counter squeezes her breasts and pours the tequila in between. Miles hesitates for a quick second but quickly takes the shot before it pours down.

Josie: Oooh that was...hott.

Aria looks at her,

Aria: you think so?

She takes the a pinch of salt and rubs it on Miles's neck and puts the slice of lime in his mouth. She licks the salt of Miles's neck, takes the shot and then kisses him and takes the slice of lime from his mouth.

Aria: She sets the empty glass down. satisfied?

Josie : She is staring. honestly? no.

Aria ignores her and glances sideways at Miles, something flickering behind her eyes before she looks away.

Miles: He says it quietly, just for her. round two later?

Aria: She picks up her drink. She says it without looking at him. maybe.