She declines the challenge

After eyeballing the stranger with a stern look, Lizzy shrugs dismissively and says: "I'm not in the mood for a race tonight ... but you could let me drive your Porsche."

The unknown lady needs a few seconds to digest this unexpected piece of information. "Wa ... hic ... why the fugg should I do that?" she asks with a cross-eyed glance from her glassy eyes.

Lizzy bends nearer to the low-built sportscar and whispers in a conspiratorial tone: "Well ... because you are completely shitfaced and will probably crash your car into the next wall ... because you are craving for more booze and I can give you a couple of cold brewskis ... aaaaand .... because I'm a hot, sexy girl and I sense that you're not into men alone."

The Porsche lady seems to be pondering the case for another half minute or so before she finally comes to a conclusion. "Well, I guesh you're right frise, honey", she slurs with a soft chuckle. "Get in an' show me how you drife!" Opening the driver's door, she almost falls onto the roadway, but clutching onto the door handle just in time, she manages to right herself up and stumbles around the car to the passenger door.

"By the way, I'm Mishelle", she says when Lizzy staggers past her. "Nise to meet you. I'm Lizzy." The drunken cowgirl drops into the Recaro seat and adjusts her body behind the leather wheel. "Looks good to me!" she rejoices with a radiant smile. "Okay, le's go!" Michelle invites her while she opens the first of Lizzy's beer cans.

The auburn-haired redneck floors the gas pedal, the car lurches forward violently, and fishtailing wildly from side to side the Porsche roars off into the darkness, leaving a pair of smoldering tire marks on the tarmac.

"Faster! Faster!" Michelle giggles, reveling in her incredible drunkenness. Fortunately, there is still a tiny coal of sobriety glowing in Lizzy's beer-soaked brain, and so she keeps the powerful sportscar at a speed at which she can still control it somewhat.

Nevertheless, the pretty cowgirl is way too drunk to be a safe driver, and when she suddenly discerns a dark figure walking along the roadside, it is too late to bring the car to a halt. Stomping on the brake with all her weight, she only manages to slow the Porsche down enough to soften the impact.

"Aaaiiieee!" Lizzy screams in horror as the Porsche strikes the pedestrian. Michelle is already so drunk that she exhibits no reaction at all.