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

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Scene 7: The Professor and the 'Shaitaan'

Kian followed them into the noisy cafe, his shoulders slumped. He felt like a disappointed dad.
He sat down opposite them, his arms crossed.

Kian: “I can’t believe you, Zara, for encouraging her. That was... wrong.”

Anya: (Waving her hand, already high from the memory) “Oh, Kian, stop being so heavy. It was just a joke! He’s a driver, he’ll forget. Right, Zara?”

Zara: (Already signalling the waiter) “Exactly. He probably gets worse from the auto-w,.'s every day. Bhaiya, three cold coffees!”

Kian: “I’m not having one.”

Zara: “Fine, two special cold coffees and one aam-panna for 'Professor Kian' here.”

When the drinks came, Zara was ready. She pulled out the familiar shiny bottle from her jholla. This time, she poured a big splash into Anya's glass, and one for herself.

Zara: “Cheers to... beep beep!”
Anya giggled and took a long, fast drink, finishing half the glass in one go. The warm, fuzzy feeling came back, this time faster and stronger.

Kian: (Just sipping his drink, watching her over the rim of his glass) “Anya, (slowly). That’s not water.”

Anya: (Ignoring him, her eyes sparkling) “It’s so... yummy! I feel all warm again. Like a fluffy, pink cloud.”
She finished the glass in another two gulps.

Anya: (Slamming the glass down a little) “Another one!”

Zara: (Her eyebrows shot up, impressed) “Whoa! Okay! Bhaiya, one more cold coffee!”

Kian: “Anya, no! That’s two. You were almost falling over with one yesterday!”

Anya: “But today is not yesterday! Today I am not a fluffy cloud. Today I am... a... a rockstar! Right, Zara?”

Zara: “My very own rockstar!”
The second coffee came. Zara poured another big splash in. Anya drank it just as fast.
Now, her face was properly flushed. Her movements were bigger. Zara, on the other hand, looked exactly the same. She was sipping her second drink slowly, laughing and handling it like a pro.
Anya finished the second glass. The world was now very bright and very funny.
She looked at the vodka bottle. There was just a little bit left.

Anya: (Reaching for the bottle) “I want... this. No coffee. Coffee is... yuck. It spoils the taste.”

Kian: (His voice sharp, standing up halfway) “Anya, DON'T! That’s a straight shot! You’ll be sick!”

Anya: (She grabbed the bottle, pouting at him) “Stop... shouting... at me, Professor!”
She poured the last of the vodka into her empty glass. It was a proper, full shot.

Zara: (She was watching, a little worried now, but mostly just entertained) “Okay, shaitaan (devil). Be careful...”

Anya looked at Kian, smiled a cheeky, naughty smile, and downed the entire shot in one go.
A long, hot burn went down her throat. She coughed, her eyes watering.

Anya: (Gasping, then breaking into a huge, happy laugh) “Whoooooo! That’s the stuff!”

She slammed the glass on the table. She felt amazing. She felt like she could fly.
She turned her full attention to Kian, who was staring at her, his mouth open in shock.

Anya: (Leaning way over the table, her voice all slurring and playful) “Kian... you know... you are so cute when you are angry.”

Kian: (Blushing bright red) “Anya, shut up. You’re drunk.”

Anya: (She reached out and poked his chest, just like she had yesterday) “No, really... all... serious... and... tight.”
She used the word "tight" with a very funny emphasis, giggling.

Zara: (Howling with laughter, almost falling off her chair) “Oh my god! Kian, run! She’s going to beep beep you next!”
Anya's tipsy gaze dropped from Kian’s face, down his chest, and then lower, to his lap. She stared, with a very open, very naughty curiosity.

Anya: (Her voice a loud whisper) “Maybe... is your saamaan all (squashed) under the table too, Professor? Should I... check?”

Kian: (Absolutely mortified, his face burning) “That’s it. I’m done. You’re disgusting, Anya.”
He grabbed his bag and stood up, ready to storm out.

Anya: (Her face instantly fell, the fun gone. She looked like a child about to cry.) “Arre, Kian, no! Sit! I'm just joking! It’s masti! Don't go!”

Zara: (Still laughing, but pulling Kian back down by his sleeve) “Sit, yaar. She’s just drunk, pagli hai. Don't be such a (spoilsport). Look, she's fine. I'm fine. We’re all fine!”

Kian sat back down, sighing. He knew he couldn't leave them.

Anya, her mood changed again, just like that. She was now leaning her head on Zara’s shoulder, humming happily to the loud music, feeling absolutely wonderful.

She was not just a fluffy cloud anymore. She was the whole storm.
She is now fully drunk, not just tipsy. Zara is the enabler, and Kian is the trapped, disapproving caretaker. This is a very unstable and dangerous mix.