Unsurprisingly, Melody blushed. An eclectic and dark series of emotions crossed her face for the second time in a short period of time. A little too quickly she reached for the glass, then stopped. "No. No, I'm not going to get through the night without telling the story anyway." She swallowed and sighed.<br/><br/>"Sexual experience," she snorted. "I kissed Amanda Reyes." She allowed that a moment to register. "She was older. She was a cheerleader. She was so beautiful--so widely desired. And when she asked me... I thought it was too good to be true. We kissed. And when the kiss broke I said a series of really stupid puppy dog crush things. That's what. Where was at the side of the caffeteria in a spot far less private than I had realized--especially if people know you're going to be there. If I hadn't gushed right afterwards I could have played it off when I saw realized they were there. She was a dork-mocking hero. I shifted that day from invisible to object of mockery." She paused. "And I don't believe I'm telling you this. I'm sorry, this is supposed to be fun. I'm not supposed to be bringing the party down. I'm sorry." Impulsively, she grabbed the glass and tossed down a swallow. She winced. "Oh, this stuff is revolting. How can you drink this?"