Jane covered her ears and winced. "Darcy, it's not that big of a deal. And keep your voice down!"
Darcy narrowed her eyes and leaned across the table, heedless of the effect her bust was having on the empty beer bottles between them. "I can't believe it. Never ever ever? Not during some game of spin the bottle in middle school--"
"I didn't really go to parties in middle school--"
"Not during truth-or-dare in high school--"
"I didn't really go to parties in high school either--"
"Not even during your twenty-five years of college--"
"It was only seven years, Darce, and I was kind of busy, you know, getting a PhD--"
"Never have you EVER kissed a girl?"
Jane shrugged, her face flushed with alcohol and embarrassment. "No, I have never ever kissed a girl."
Darcy's expression turned mischievous, and suddenly she was out of her chair and tugging Jane to her feet. Her hands were warm as her fingers threaded through Jane's hair, cupping the back of her head. "Well then, consider this an experiment. You know, for science," and then Darcy's lips were on hers, all heat and beer and strawberry chapstick.
Jane had always loved science.