A group of 3 fancy-looking girls.

After 10 minutes of teetering down the street while barely making any progress, my chubby body is completely covered in sweat.

I'm so tired, so drunk... I don't think I've ever felt so sick in my entire life. Why do I have to go through this? This isn't fair. I should have just rejected my boss's 'invitation', maybe even tell him to shove it down his ass.

I chuckle at the thought of it. I don't believe even for a second that a pushover like me could ever pull such a move. But my imagination is the only refugee I have left.

While I keep advancing forward, almost nearing the point of collapse, I notice a group of 3 ladies: happily chatting between each other as if it wasn't almost 4am and the night was still young.

Woman at the left: Black, average height, slightly chubby and curves in all the right places. She is wearing a black dress with a neckline perfectly made to display her surprisingly huge rack.

Woman at the center: White blonde and slightly taller than the other two. She is wearing a piece of garment that seems to be less of a dress and more of a very elaborate set of sexy lingerie. Those amazing hips completing her hourglass figure are a sight to behold.

Woman at the right: Apparently half-Asian and quite petite. Judging by her looks, she is by far the most modest of the three. While still being pretty and fashionable, her body doesn't sport any of the curves her two companions possess.

At this point I feel so sick that I momentarily think about asking those girls for help, maybe to call an ambulance or something like that. But the moment I get close, those three ladies give me the kind of look I've learnt to fear, that one side-glance with the frown and the clenched teeth that uptight women are so good at making whenever they see something especially awkward or disgusting they want nothing to do with.

At this point of my life, I've already seen many women making that exact same expression whenever I screwed up or simply talked to them. And the only thing I can do against that is to lower my head and try not to be noticed while bearing with the knot in my stomach. It's always like that. They always make me wish I could just bury myself and disappear from their rejective sights.

So I say nothing to them and keep walking, trying my best to be ignored.
But the moment I've finally passed the trio, I hear them talking.

"Oh dear, he really reeks." States one of the ladies in a deep mellow voice. Probably the blonde one.

"Yeah(giggle), that was a little unpleasant." Agrees the one with a high pitched voice. Probably the Asian.

"Bet that broke fatass hasn't bathed in a week." The black woman adds.

"We shouldn't be so loud." Says the Asian. "He might hear us..."

"Ain't you seen how he movin'? He's so wasted I doubt he ain't hearin' nobody."

"I can't get over that tacky pendant though." The blonde intervenes. "I understand not everyone can be attractive, but why would anyone consciously choose to wear that toy?"

By now I'm so fed up by their remarks that I stop in my tracks. Can't they just let me be?! I'm already feeling terrible enough to add their insults on the top of it!
So my pendant looks bad, huh? Alright then, you can have it for all I care.

I clumsily take the trinket off my neck and turn to face the trio, all of which take a step back with alarm on their faces.

"F-F-F-Fuck y-you..." I babble, unable to say anything more coherent in my poor state.
Then, I throw the pendant at them.