You're puking your guts out on the pavement, somewhere, while a pretty, young woman pats your back and comforts you. The last thing that clearly registered in your brain was deciding to go to a bar, now that you're old enough to legally drink. You must have gone a little overboard, and blacked out, because your head is spinning, your vision is blurry and rational thought is beyond you. Once you stop expelling your guts, the woman leads you to her car, where she buckles you in. "What's your address?" she asks. You mumble something, that was apparently distinguishable, because she starts driving.
The entire ride home, you just can't stop thinking about how pretty this woman is, and you can't stop your mouth from running on about it. She seems to blush a little, but is also visibly irritated by the drunk man in the passenger seat. The car stops in front of your house, and she gets out to walk you inside.
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