Alexandria gave him a worried look. "There will be one, I promise. I'll see what I can do." She told him, knowing that she could possibly help him due to her father's influential power. Then again, she wouldn't be on her father's good side after that night because he would find out exactly why she hadn't come home yet and probably wouldn't at all. Truth to be told, Keith would probably have to live in his own if his mother was so set on throwing him out. That was ridiculous though, a parent throwing their kid out. Alex smiled. "You're almost a year older than me." It had to be great to be nineteen... somehow.<br/><br/>"I wish I could have done more." She spoke and grabbed the bottle from him to drink. "Besides, I regret buying those clothes because everybody is all over you now." Alexandria sneered. He began to kiss her here and there, causing another smile to appear on her face, even if she was a bit unwilling to smile. She hated and loved having him there, both at the same time, and it wasn't really a bad hate. It was the type of "ugh, you are making me act soft" kind of irritation. But she was drunk, and that played into the whole situation pretty well. Had she not been drunk, however, she probably would not have been able to push him away and tell him that she wouldn't go down without a fight.<br/><br/>All this especially when he leaned in to kiss her lips. It was a very different kiss from what they'd had up until now. Granted, his kisses had always been filled with affection rather than lust, but this one just seemed to tell her to stop and surrender, at least for that night. And so she did. Alex kissed him back with equal affection and tenderness, moving closer as he wrapped her in his hug. It felt amazing, after so much anger and jealousy she had gone through. She wrapped her arms behind his neck and continued to kiss, not bearing ready to end their sweet moment just yet.