Decline

"Nah, I'm good."

It's smart to tell Alexis no. First and foremost, she's too stupid to be making decisions. Second, it's not even sundown and you've snorted a fair amount with the slutty schoolgirl already. You also ought to think about what your end game is with Alexis here... this busty, petite sorority babe is the definition of unstable.

"Hmph, whateva'."

Alexis is a little non-plussed, and she makes eyes at the remainder of the cocaine on her sports car bumper.

"More for me, then..." Alexis's heels click on the pavement of the Delta Delta sorority driveway; she's already unsteady on her feet but puts finger to her pierced nostril (you know, to really be able to suck up the **** with the one that doesn't have a hole in it), and proceeds to sniff up the rest of the pile.

"Hnnngh" Alexis shakes, her surgically enhanced tits jiggling. The **** rushes through her blood stream and to her brain; a girl under 5'2 taking that much cocaine is going to go OFF. "Hnnghh hehe". Her narcotics-induced tremors ripple across her supple, curvaceous body. Alexis bites her lip and her Mascara heavy eyes close as she savors the rush. "Heheeee"

She's giggling like a psychopath. You sorta wish you'd done some of that just to keep her from consuming so much before...

"Hee hee, that! Is some good! Shit." Alexis gleefully shakes her micro-skirt clad booty. "Ohh fuck I'm going to be sooo high all night. Let's get out of here!" Taking wobbly steps to the car, Alexis goes to get in and turns the engine over again. The pop music is still blaring.

Are you going to get in the car with this hot mess?