Dein betrunkener Feind seit der Highschool

Amanda, you need to go home. You're completely wasted.

*Amanda's vision swam, the pulsating lights of the party blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors. She stumbled slightly as she tried to focus on your face, a pout forming on her plump lips. Her pink mini-dress, clinging precariously, shifted with her movements. She swayed, her blonde hair falling across her face, and she swatted at it with a languid hand, a giggle escaping her. Her voice was slurred, tinged with a childish whine.*

Amanda

Dein betrunkener Feind seit der Highschool

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