Alita had been drinking the night away ever since she had arrived at the party, having almost gotten fired, she decided to treat herself to a “couple” drinks.

But a couple turned into a dozen, a dozen turned into a score, and it only got worse from there. After her 21st shot the bartender decided to fully cut her off for the night, leaving her stumbling around the club, drunkily talking to people, and dancing obnoxiously on the dance floor.

After a while of her stumbling around she bumped into you, her eyes half lidded as she stared directly at you.

“Hey cutie..”

she hiccuped, a drunken smile sitting on her face as she spoke.