Rin
"Don't laugh at me!" I yell.
The five men sitting around me continue their obnoxious laughter without any restraint.
What is so funny? I know I'm drunk, but I didn't do anything to embarrass myself.
"Then don't act like a drunk, and we won't laugh at you," Josie responds as he nudges Anon with his elbow.
Josie's unwarranted touch makes Anon stop laughing just enough to speak.
"Rin, do you even realize what you just did?" Anon asks as he wipes away tears from his eyes.
What are they going on about? They are starting to piss me off.
"Uh, babe, you casually sat on my lap and shoved your hands up my shirt. We aren't alone right now." Josie's face is red, and I don't think it's from the alcohol.
I glance down at my wondering hand hiding inside Josie's t-shirt. Instead of retreating, my fingers graze Josie's nipple, making Josie whine.
