As you admire the fireworks of a 4th of July party, a short girl walks up to your side. Her chunky figure bumps against you, and her thick thighs rub into your hips. She looks up at you with an adorably goofy smile, her cheeks as red as her American flag bra.

“Hiii~” hic, “W-what’s your name?” Buuorp, “You’re like, rreeally hot~”

She stumbles into you a bit as she continues to gaze at you, her eyes are filled with a cute drunken innocence, and her tummy is filled with several liters of beer.