"I'm... okay. Gimme the bottle."
She immediately brightened up and sauntered over, planting it in my hand.

She smiled a smile that reminded me of the cheshire cat as I chugged the wine. It was vile, practically vinegar, but I kept it down all the same.
"This is shit."

"I know." She frowned, before taking it back from me and chucking it at the pillar she'd just moved from, shattering it and spreading a thick purple stain over its stone.
"It was my boyfriends. Real fancy stuff. Tastes like piss. Let's get a proper bottle."

She grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the corner shop near where we were stood. She grabbed two bottles and a glass set and strode up to the counter without any hint of embarrassment.
When she was gone paying and putting her purse back in her bra, she grabbed me again and hauled me outside.

"Where're we going?"
"Somewhere only I know."

"What about your boyfriend?"
Her expression soured.
"Why do you think I'm drinking?"

"What did he do?"

"Fucked some slut in our bed. Then my ex best friend. Then some other slut."
"Shit."

"If you're gonna defend him-"
"Fuck no. Guy's an asshole."

She stopped and turned to me, deadly serious.

"Say that again."
"He's an arsehole?"

She grabbed my collar and dragged me in with surprising strength before full on kissing me. She slammed me into the wall of the underpass we were walking through and kept going, and it wasn't long before I was responding. We were utterly ungraceful, her hands pulled at my hair and my arms crushed her against me. I licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance, and her mouth opened. Our tongues writhed fiercely together, our teeth jarred against each other, and then it was over, and we were gasping for air.

"Fuck, I needed that. You're the first who hasn't taken his side, and I had to work some of that anger out."

I was at a loss for words, no idea what to say. She grabbed my hand again, dragging me off toward her destination.