Drunk Upper class woman - Makes out with anyone - even with a Rickshaw Puller(video+)

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Scene 3: The Fluffy Walk Home

The Delhi evening had turned cool, a nice thandi hawa blowing away the day's heat.

The three of them spilled out of the noisy Hudson Lane cafe, the sounds of traffic and street vendors instantly replacing the loud music.
Anya was walking, but it felt... different. She felt light, like she was floating just one inch above the pavement.

Anya: (She suddenly stopped and giggled, a loud, happy sound that was not her usual polite laugh) “Wait! Wait... did you guys feel that? The ground just... it just jiggled!”

Zara: (Throwing her head back and laughing, linking her arm with Anya’s) “Arre crazy girl! The ground isn't jiggling, you are jiggling! That's the vodka baba, saying hello!”

Kian: (Walking on Anya's other side, a small, worried smile on his face. He looked like a mother hen) “Okay, okay, fun’s over. Let’s get you to the car. Your driver must be waiting near the metro station, chal aja..”

Anya: (She turned to Kian, her eyes wide and sparkling, looking extra innocent) “Kian, you are so serious! Like... like a professor! 'Professor Kian'!”
She poked him in the chest playfully. This was new. Anya was never this... touchy-feely.

Kian: (Blushing a deep red, catching her hand gently) “Anya, bas. Stop it. People are looking.”

Anya: (Pouting, but still smiling) “Let them look! I feel... I feel fluffy. Like a cloud. A big, pink, cotton candy cloud!”

Zara: “A-ha! See? I told you it was fun! Now you’re a fluffy cloud. And I’m... I'm a rockstar!”

Zara struck a pose, pretending to play a guitar, right there on the pavement. Anya fell against her, laughing so hard her stomach hurt. Kian just shook his head, but he was smiling now, too. It was hard to be serious when Anya was being this... cute.
But as they got closer to the main road, the flashing lights of the cars brought Anya back to earth.

Anya: (Her voice suddenly small, the giggles gone) “Oh no. My driver. Papa. Mamma. Kian... will they smell it? Oh my god, Mamma will be... she’ll be so upset.”

The "fluffy" feeling was suddenly replaced by a cold, sharp fear. She was the good girl. Good girls didn't come home smelling like... like whatever this was.

Zara: (Instantly becoming the crisis manager) “Arey, no, pagli (silly). Stop it. It was just one small daru in a huge glass of coffee. No one can smell anything.”

She dug in her bag and pulled out a packet of mint chewing gum.

Zara: “Here. Chew two of these. And just... act normal. Don't be all giggly and ‘fluffy cloud’ in front of your driver, okay? Just be normal, tired, 'Professor Khanna's-lecture-was-so-boring' Anya.”

Kian: (Nodding, his voice kind) “She’s right. Just take a deep breath. You’re fine. It was just coffee.” He gave Zara a little look.

Anya chewed the gum, the strong minty flavour making her eyes water a bit. She practiced her "normal" face.

Anya: (In a very serious, robotic voice) “Hello, Driver bhaiya. The college was very... educational today. I am now going home to study.”
Zara and Kian burst out laughing.

Kian: “Okay, maybe... maybe not that normal. Just be quiet. Quiet is good.”

Anya’s white car pulled up. The driver, an old man who had been with her family for years, got out to open the door.

Driver: “Gudiya-ji, all good? You look tired.”

Aanya: (Taking a deep breath, and giving him a small, sweet smile) “Yes, bhaiya. Just... a very long lecture. I think I’ll just rest my eyes.”

She slid into the back seat. She looked out the window at her friends. Zara gave her a wink. Kian gave her a small, worried wave.
As the car moved away from the busy, noisy North Campus and started the long, quiet drive back to South Delhi, Anya leaned her head against the cool glass. The fear was gone, replaced by the humming, warm feeling.

She had done something naughty. A small, satisfied smile played on her lips. She quite liked being a fluffy cloud.