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Chapter 7 by reverse127 reverse127

What will Roxy do?

She drinks still more vodka

Not being able to control her craving for more hard liquor, Roxy impatiently grabs the vodka bottle and puts the cool glass to her full wet lips. Reveling in her intoxication, the buxom Asian drinks and drinks until the bottle is nearly empty. Gasping for air, she drops the container and emits a long drawn-out burp.

Roxy is now drunker than she has ever been. Her grip on the steering wheel loosens dangerously, and the Honda begins to weave all over the road. Some oncoming vehicles blow their horns, but the shitfaced Asian doesn't even notice it.

Suddenly, a violent wave of nausea washes over Roxy's fuzzy brain. Stomping onto the brake, she barely manages to stop the car and jump out before she starts to vomit in continuing spasms.

Only after five minutes of constant barfing and after emptying even the deepest depths of her suffering stomach, Roxy is able to prop herself up and walk the few steps back to the car. A blurry shape is waiting for her at the driver's door. Squinting her eyes, Roxy giggles and slurs a "Hi!" In the next moment, she is hit on the head with a baseball bat and sinks into a deep unconsciousness.

A new day is already dawning when a disheveled Roxy awakes in the dirty street gutter many hours later. Dried cum is sprayed all over her once cute pigtails, a big and painful bruise is swelling on the back of her head, and both the car and her stylish purse with all its contents have mysteriously disappeared. Before she picks herself up and starts limping home, a mortified Roxy swears to herself that she will never get that drunk again.


THE END - You score 30 points.

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