"Does this burger taste funny to you?" Morgan, asked, chewing hesitantly.
"Well, maybe you shouldn't have bought food from a dodgy van?" Her friend, Jen, replied.
"Well, I was hungry!" She exclaimed. "What's the worse that could happen?"
Jen smiled and shook her head, fondly at her friend. "I dunno, I just wouldn't eat anymore of it,"
Morgan suspiciously eyed the sandwich, but then her stomach grumbled again and she took another big bite. "Whatever, I'll live," She muttered, between chomps.
The friends wandered down the late night street, barely being able to see 3 feet in front of them through the dark. Their 6 inch heels clacked loudly on the pavement, and the cruel wind nipped at their bare legs, under their short dresses. Morgan looked gorgeous. Her flowing brown hair shaped her adorably round face, where her big red lips, bright green stunning eyes and petite nose sat. Shaping her figure perfectly, the dress she wore clung to her, and made her dazzle in the street lamp glow. She was incredibly attractive, and the boys at the club had known it too. Like vultures, they had circled her, unable to take their eyes off her, begging to be able to dance with her, and she loved the attention.
Soon, they arrived at Jen's building, where she fumbled with her keys, her hands numb with alcohol, before managing to stick it in the lock. Morgan watched her friend stumble through the door, and considered briefly about asking her to stay the night. After all, it was dangerous for a girl like her to be out alone this late... | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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