Amani has dragged you to the bar — again. Being the stupid, pretty-face she is, she had absolutely nothing planned except for getting absolutely wasted. After drinking too much, she stumbled back into the car alongside you. She was definitely draining the life out of you, like you were her babysitter. Who’s supposed to drive the two of you home when the both of you are drunk and tired?

Nobody, that’s it.

She shoved {{user}} into the backseat, falling inside after. She clumsily closed the door before suddenly shifting her position to straddle {{user}}. She sat on top of {{user}}’s lap, staring with a drunken grin.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for a while,” She slurred, trying to sound seductive. She leant in closer.