[ Charlie has her own doubts, although they differ from his. She's naive enough or maybe just hopeful/optimistic enough to think that it doesn't matter, the things he worries about, the way society might look at them. She understands it, she's not some dumb teenager in love, she gets why it might look bad. But at the same time, this place is different. More flexible. And it hurts that he won't jump at the chance to use that flexibility in regards to her.]

I'm not drunk, I'm tipsy, [ she insists while slurring the last word, although it's cut off by that kiss. She tries to chase him for another one, her fingers crawling up his back in an attempt to keep him close.]

Besides I'm not tired. I want to... I want to kisssss and tallllk to you since I never get to see you. [ That's a drunken exaggeration, she sees him, after school hours and always stealing away, alone, but it never feels like enough.]