Without a second thought, I head straight for her, barreling through people left and right, not bothering to mutter an apology. When I make it to her, I deftly pluck the tube of clear liquor from between her tits and toss it back, letting it burn as it slides down my throat. She’s so drunk her eyes are glassy and dull, and it takes her a moment to realize it’s me standing in front of her. I don’t think I’ve ever actually seen her drink before.
