I'll Forgive You If You Kiss Me

"E, I'll be good. Please, don't call Noah." she pulled her arms and shook it as though it's a piece of stick. 

"Yes, yes. I won't call Noah. I was just kidding. Stand up straight for fuck sake!" she said in exasperation. 'Where the hell was the hotel picked up?' 

"E, Noah is a meanie. A meanie!" 

"If Noah is such a meanie, why did you let him give you a hickey?" She knew she was not playing fair asking Jess while she was intoxicated, but her curiosity to know what was the real score between Jess and Noah won over moral etiquette. 

Jess squinted her eyes on her and put her in arms akimbo. "I didn't -- know." she pouted and had a hiccup. "Kiss…[hic] just a kiss…" 

"Come on, stand up. What are you doing?" She was slumped on the sand like a kid throwing a tantrum, and she found it difficult to pull her up.

"Meanie -- [hic] he's a meanie - bad...bad Noah [hic]." She grabbed some sand and threw some in the air.