By this point, all you can think about is how cold you are. Just as you start to seriously wonder whether you'll pass out and drown, the whole glass is swooped up in the air. As the waves of cranberry vodka splash all around you, you look and see that it's Marissa holding the glass, with you in it. She seems to have completely forgotten that she put you in there, as she is putting the glass up to her lips and tilting it back. She isn't even looking in your direction.
You were never much of a swimmer, but now it's your life on the line. You fight the current with all your might, hoping that you can resist for the few seconds in which she'll take the drink. Unfortunately, you're no match for the force of gravity and the mouth of this giant drunken coed, and you find yourself rapidly falling backwards and past the lips. As you slide into the darkness of her mouth, your only hope is that she feels the solid object in her drink and pulls you out of her mouth to take a look.
But no, she's too drunk. She may have confused you for an ice cube, or maybe she's just too drunk to care. Either way, you slide back into her throat, with the sudden realization that you're going to die.
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