Amelia suddenly felt a burst of frustration and anger.  She hated it when things didn't go her way and even though she always thought her way out of it logically the vodka certainly wasn't helping.  
"Why did you kiss me anyways?  What do you even like about me?" Her voice verged on desperation for his answer.  The alcohol was messing with her mind.  She barely knew what she was doing and acted emotionally, not logically like she usual does.
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