>>5420033Whoever’s coming warns you with a muffled voice before <span class="mu-i">slamming</span> into the door from the inside! Nearly falling off the doorstep at the sudden racket, you calm down a little bit when the door opens inward… but start to worry again when Mitzi emerges swaying on her legs like a wino!
“<span class="mu-i">YOoooOoOoooooo…</span>” She slurs, taking a swig from a bottle of clear booze whose label faded away long ago! “<span class="mu-i">Dere’z m’girl…</span>”
Bracing herself against the doorframe, Mitzi looks… well, she still looks <span class="mu-i">good</span>, kinda! Clad in a pair of denim shorts and that <span class="mu-g">’DAM, GURL’ BIKINI TOP</span> she swiped from the <span class="mu-g">CLEARWATER DAM,</span> her tanned skin and toned muscles on display distract you from the rest of her–disheveled hair, smeared eyeliner, breath reeking of alcohol…
“<span class="mu-i">Wha?</span>” She asks with a frown forming on her flushed face, “<span class="mu-i">Whazzamatta?</span>”
“<span class="mu-r">Sheesh, she looks like YOU, sis!</span>”
Nats is right–that’s no good at all! Swiping the bottle from her shaking hand, you take a few steps back as Mitzi moves to grab it back! What the hell’s gotten into you, huh!?
“<span class="mu-i">Uhh… nuffin’ yet…</span>” She grumbles as she takes another drunken swipe at the bottle! “<span class="mu-i">C’MOn, Shdan… ish the weegend… probly..</span>”
Listen, you sternly reply, she’s… this isn’t her, okay? If anyone’s gonna go on a bender after spending a week fighting skeletons, it’s <span class="mu-i">YOU</span>! Now quit it and start being aloof again!
“<span class="mu-i">Aight… aiight… Shtan, I’mzorry… buHOLY SHID!</span>”
Taken off-guard, you glance in the direction she’s looking for one second too long! When you’re certain there isn’t a car full of <span class="mu-r">SKELETON GREASERS</span> coming to getcha, you glance back just in time to see the bottle of booze scooped out of your hands by the boozed-up beach bum! Curse your lack of <span class="mu-g">BONE SPEED!</span>
“<span class="mu-i">Here…</span>” Snarls Mitzi as she holds the bottle out of your reach, “<span class="mu-i">You… you wan shom? Tasht shummaDISH!</span>”
Before you can gracefully dodge out of the way with a <span class="mu-g">CARTWHEEL</span> or something, your face is splashed with the bottle’s contents! Instinctively groping at your eyes, you let loose a miserable shriek as you feel the alcohol do…
Nothing.
Wait… is that shit <span class="mu-i">WATER?!</span>
“Gotcha, dork.” Answers Mitzi with a smug grin! “Used a little mouthwash for the breath, but the rest is all-natural!”
Giving your head a playful noogie, the girl scoops you into a warm embrace before offering the bottle to you. “Hey, you stayin’ hydrated? It’s hot today, dude.”
Yea, you mutter, still floored by the stupid prank, you, uh…. Yep.
“<span class="mu-r">HA! THAT WAS RICH!</span>”
Shut up, Nats, you knew the whole time!
>CONTD. 