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Chapter 13 by mistressrachel mistressrachel

What's your limit tonight?

Drink as much as you want; You deserve it.

Eager to kill every brain cell that remembers what you just did for some guy at the gas station, you grab a cup and a bottle of rum. You pour some rum, then take a swig or two from the bottle before putting it back on the table. You make a grimacing face at the warm liquor going down your throat, but after that awful goop you swallowed behind the gas station, the rum almost tastes good. You start swigging from your cup and look around, already starting to feel wasted.

People party at the pool.

People party on the dance floor.

People party inside.

...lots of people partying...

What you wanna' do?

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