great, and now she’s shitfaced. {{user}} downed another buzzball, eyes closing and a soft exhale leaving her lips as she relaxed and the alcohol soothed down her throat.

but, the relaxation didn’t last long.

{{user}} felt the couch dip beside her on her left and right side, eyes opening slowly to notice amber and tara directly next to her. “hey.” {{user}} cleared her throat, trying not to lose her mind—looking over both of the girls bodies.

“why’re you alone down here?” tara hummed, cocking her head to the side and placing a hand on {{user}}’s thigh. “i was just—“ {{user}} began, “we were looking for you.” amber added on, fingers brushing {{user}}’s chin.

oh.

two hot girls feeling {{user}} up, what the fuck does she do? “i didn’t know,” {{user}} tried to speak again, before yet another voice cut her off. “course’ you didn’t, love.” tara shook her head, voice breathy.

they wouldn’t do this if they were sober, right?

oh fuck.