StumblingFillies

 

  Theeze woods arr haunned? Oh, yes. But perfectly safe-for men and drunk women. Oh good-i'm verry zzzrunk. That I see, and beautiful too. But just to be safe, maybe you should drink some more. Oh, gooond idea.  butsha may haffta helb me walk. Certainly. And if you run out, my cabin is just over there-Ive got lots more. Grade! lemme finish thiss ann less gow

  Im a nurse.  I've seen more nayyged men 'an yoo ever will.  Ann yoo've gotta monsser cock, ann i wanna doo more 'an juzz see it-ann noddazz a nurse, bud a zzzrunk horrnny womum

  The old haunted house on the edge of town creaked under the October wind, cobwebs dangling like lace from the rafters. Moonlight spilled through cracked windows, painting silver streaks across the dusty floorboards. That was the only light when the front door banged open and Alma staggered forward, clutching a half-empty mason jar of moonshine and bottle of beer. “Luzzer, (hic) whad arr yoo doin’ here?” she slurred, voice thick and syrupy. Each hiccup jolted her forward, and the flimsy purple mini dress (two sizes too small and fighting for its life) slipped apart. Her heavy breasts swayed with every unsteady step, dark brown areolas peeking farther over the neckline, fat nipples already stiff from the chilly air and the burn of liquor in her blood. No bra. No panties. Just that reckless little dress and a purple satin headband keeping her shoulder-length brown hair from her flushed face. Luther stood frozen near the staircase, flashlight forgotten in his hand. “A…Alma?! I-isThe ...

  “I'll ’ll havva zombie…ann keep makin' 'em 'til i turn innto won,” Melanie slurred, unaware she;d lost her shirt somewhere in the bar.

  “lucky in love, unlucky in cars, thass me,” Ruby slurred, sitting on the poker table. All the men in the cassino, and some of the women couldn’t take their eyes off her.