Ali was encouraged by Bree's hands and she smiled against her friend's lips before flicking her tongue against Bree's. This felt right and Ali wasn't sure how Bree would feel about it when she wasn't so drunk anymore, but oddly she didn't care at the moment. She ran her fingers through Bree's hair and her free hand came to rest at Bree's hip. She slowly let her fingers barely graze the smooth skin of Bree's side underneath the shirt she was wearing.