They drive to the country bar

"Oh please, come on, you party pooper!" Lizzy pressures her passenger. "Just a few beers as a nightcap, okay?" - "All right then", her sister reluctantly gives in. "Let's make a detour to the country bar."

Lizzy turns off at the next intersection and heads back to her favorite country bar where she has already spent the last four hours getting drunk. The trouble is she has been continuously drinking the whole night and she has now considerable problems to keep her truck under control.

Undeterred, the reckless cowgirl guzzles down another can of beer as she roars onto the bar's dimly lit parking lot. Squinting her eyes to focus her already blurry vision, she notices too late that a bunch of sinister looking bikers has placed their motorcycles squarely in her way. Belatedly, Lizzy stomps on the brake pedal, but all her efforts cannot avert the impending disaster from happening.

With a nerve-racking rattling noise, the beat-up pickup crashes right into the shiny choppers, throwing at least five or six of the precious vehicles to the ground or onto each other. When the two bedraggled girls finally stumble from the cab of Lizzy's truck, more than a dozen rockers are already standing next to the wreckage and wringing their hands over the crushed and dented machines.

"Look at this fucking drunken bitches!" the heavily bearded leader of the posse shouts with a deep and raspy voice. "Who the fuck wants to pay them back for the fucking havoc they wreaked on us?" Several ominous affirmative snarls and grunts can be heard from among the group as the nearest bikers violently grab Lizzy's arms and press her firmly onto the ground. Candy tries to escape, but she is too drunk to make it to the safety of the nearby woods. While his companions produce a mixed assortment of chains, knives and crowbars from their saddlebags, a particular stocky lookíng rocker clenches his enormous fist and simply knocks the horrified girl out. Candy emits a bloodcurdling scream as Lizzy sinks into a deep darkness.

A new day is already dawning when a disheveled Lizzy awakes in the dirty street gutter many hours later. Dried cum is sprayed all over her bloodstained body, she is racked by the pain from countless abrasions, cuts and bruises, and her faithful truck has been smashed to a mangled, irrecognizable pile of useless junk. Her sister Candy, in no better shape than herself, is cowering nearby and sobbing profusely.

Before the pitiful gals pick themselves up and start limping home, the mortified girls swear to themselves that they will never get that drunk again.

THE END - You score 30 points.