Chelsea says 'Fuck it'

We watched TV mindlessly for about ten minutes. My mind was on Chelsea's nudity, and I'm sure hers was as well. Then, suddenly she stood up.

"Fuck it." She growled.

Then, switching the pillow to hide her butt as she turned away, she stomped over to the kitchen. I watched after her curiously as I heard thumping from the kitchen. Then she returned, covering with the pillow, carrying a bottle of vodka in one hand, a bottle of lemonade in the other. She plopped back onto the couch, holding both bottles.

Here we go. Chelsea like to drink a lot. Since she was always counting calories, no beer for her, but hards like vodka. And, since she was slight and never ate enough, she tended to get drunk fast. Well, whatever was going to happen, it had just shifted up a gear! I watched with amusement as she drank straight from the bottle, face scrunching as she followed it up with the lemonade. She slammed the bottles down, still clearly annoyed, cupping the pillow to her bare form...