Page 73 of Destined To Fall

J: Indeed. It’s full of fun and debauchery. It has you written all over it :P

V: That does have me written all over it. Or it will ;)

J: It’s pretty great. Come have a drink?

“Hey, what about this one?” Laura hollers, finally getting my attention.

My brows pinch as I take in the leopard-print bodysuit.“Law, you went as a cat last year.”

“Oh, right.”

V: Me, you, alcohol, and debauchery, in one place?

J: Tempted?

V: Very, though I doubt the real thing would be half as fun as it is in my head. So, I’ll pass.

J: You’re with Laura, aren’t you?

V: Ha ha. You’re right, I’d never pass on that :P

J: Good luck with that. Send me a pic of your costume. I’ll add it to my spank bank ;)

I couldn’t hide the laugh that burst forth at that text, even if I had had time to. Instead, I grab the closest thing to me and hold it up for Laura’s inspection. It just so happens to be a midget blow-up doll. I burst out laughing all over again, snapping a quick pic and sending it to Jeremy.

V: I hope that didn’t break the bank.

J: Dear god, woman. I’ve had a bit to drink, but not nearly enough for that. I’m going to have to drink more to cleanse the images now playing in my head.

V: You’re welcome. I’ll take payment in drunken shenanigans. Pictures are worth a thousand words :P

J: I’ll get right on that.

Two hours later, I have my slutty outfit, and I’m still waiting for my dirty pictures.

“Hey, bitchface,” I answer the call, only to be greeted with a blubbering mess.“Lala?”

“He… he dumped me,” she wails.

“What? No. I’m on my way!”

“Two bottles.”

“And Phish?”

“Noooo, harder.”

“Choc-chip cookie dough and Chunky Monkey?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Just hold on. I’ll be there in twenty.”

“Okaaaay. I wuv you, whore.”

“Men are asssshooolesss!” Laura slurs drunkenly, and I fight not to giggle as she sloshes her glass of wine everywhere.

She’s a mess. It took two hours and three and a half bottles of wine for the tears to dry up. I don’t know how she got so messed up over a boy she’s barely knownfora few months. It’s not like her at all. Well, not since freshman year at least.

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