Ophelia just giggles more as she finally comes to a halt in front of JD. She sits back on her knees and boldly places her hands on JD's cheeks. Between Ophelia's lack of fear and all the alcohol, she's not thinking much about how this might get weird, or how despite all her bluster she has no concrete experience with girls. Those are thoughts for tomorrow when she's whining through her hangover.

"Don't you want to kiss me?" she demands, more playful than anything else. If it were Jonah in front of her and not JD, that exact same statement would have been full of venom.