I was at a party that appeared to be in someone’s basement that was set up like a long skinny bar. I was chatting up a redhead of average to athletic build with straight medium length hair.
We appeared to spend much of our time on a couch or bean bag assembly. At one stage I lent over and kissed her. I was not offered resistance or encouragement. When I decided to leave I exited to what looked like the back of the Drouin Football Club rooms.