Well, the plan was to go to a food stand and get a quick snack. your drunken self craving something. The task would have been easier said than done, had you had any sense of direction. In truth, you actually stumbled and fumbled about, desperately trying to keep yourself upright, and for a while, you were actually doing a pretty good job at it. Until you stepped on a beer glass that you would have noticed had you not been drunk. With that, you were a prisoner to gravity as you had no control over what happened next, only being able to brace for the hard impact. However, as luck would have it, there would be another close to you, whom you would later thank your lucky stars was in the right place and the right time. As you began your fall, you managed in your buzzed stupor to essentially tackle whoever was in front of you, bringing them along with you to the ground. You both land with a "Oomph!" on the ground, the other's noticeably more feminine. Landing on top of her, you take a moment to regain your senses before realizing who you landed on.
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