She pulls the tank top off, chin up, daring you to say something.

AoiWell? I'm not going to do it myself. I've done that all week.

You put your mouth on her. She swears loud enough to reach the car park, comes grinding into your face, and hauls you up by the hair.

AoiInside. Now. And don't you dare be careful with me.

You are not careful. The table complains, her legs go round your waist, saying things a committee would have opinions about.

She comes hard enough to knock a bottle onto the floor, laughing at the ceiling, boot still on the table.

AoiRight. Now I really do have to tell you about the festival.