Jeez, this wasn't becoming a habit was it? Getting drunk, one am, friday night.

She'd probably get an earful from her sponsors on monday.

Ughhh, Gabby groaned, letting her head fall back on the leather recliner. Why were they always so uptight? So, so, so, so, SOOoooOOOoOOOoo uptight, god, it made her wanna like...she didn't know, did anybody have the power to like, spontaneously make a disco party? Intoxicate on command? Alcohol was a poison right? Man, she had to get in touch with that one college of manifestation or whatever.

The large bottle of whatever it was was grasped loosely by its neck as she swished it around a little. Damn, she was almost out. To confirm it she lifted the bottle up, tilting so the last few drops of whatever it was could fall into her mouth without her moving her head more than an inch.

Yep, out. Maybe that dork Casey would have more?

She doubted it, he was so uptight. So, so, so, so, SOOoooOOOoOOOoo uptight.

But that was why she was here right? Get the man to live a little? "caaAAAASEYYYYyyyy,"  she let out a load cry, not bothering to move more than she had to just yet.

CASEY RADFORD

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