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She stood up and walked wonkily towards the mirror. By this time, I was also beginning to feel drunk. I rested my head against the wall as I watched Astrid look at herself in the mirror.

She was wearing some baggy pants and a rock band shirt. Her pants and the chest area of her shirt were wet because of alcohol, too. I was so busy examining her that I did not notice her looking at me through the mirror.

"Am I already naked in your head?"

"Shut up, Astrid." I closed my eyes tight.

She laughed. "Listen. Do you like drunk people?"

"I am drunk myself. Drunk people can be a pain."

"I know. But they can be hot, right?"

"Yeah."

Astrid slid into the bathtub and sat opposite me. "I figured you find them hot, because why else would you hang out with me?"

"Excuse me?" I laughed at her and fixed my sitting position. Our legs were touching. "You think I'm only hanging out with you because you think I think you're hot?"

"Oh, I'm sure of it," she said with her eyes closed and I was almost certain that she was right.

"Get over yourself."

She smiled so seductively. "I can't."

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