All of a sudden, you're thrust to the side of the glass and you feel yourself being lifted. The surface of the drink tilts sharply to one side, and you know in an instant that someone is lifting you up to take a drink.
You look at the giant face rapidly approaching you, and you realize it's not Marissa at all. Suddenly, the person stops lifting the glass and says, in a whisper to them but, to you, clear as day, "Oh my god... you're real."
Before you know it, you're plucked out of the icy, alcoholic prison. You know you should be worried about your fate, but you're mostly just happy that you won't freeze to death. As you hang in the air, drunk through osmosis, you look back up at the person holding you, who happens to be ...
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