The 420 Topless Society-Moondust

Here is the expansion I teased in the comments Ive made for Stanmaps' The 420 topless Society https://girlsgettingwasted.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-420-topless-society.html

Moondust

Before your new found friend could respond, you came upon a girl on a blanket. It's your friend Moondust. She’s not as stacked as some of the women, but she's still blessed. What she lacks, she more than makes up for in her intoxication. She’s got a joint between her lips, a lit bong in front of her, and a good supply of weed, wine, beer. She's got lots of peaches to eat. As you stand before her, you know your friend is wasted; high and drunk. So much so, you're not sure how she keeps from falling over.

Yet, she didn’t. Moondust through and through. Before you could break through the fog of Moondusts fried and pickled brain, two things happened. First, your busty blond guide bent down to pick up one of Moondusts weed-beers. Only she fell down in a heap of giggles and jiggling tits. This got Moondusts attention.

“Hello, Tiddy Cat. Is my freinn, is he herr yet?” the brunette somehow asked. That was the first thing.

The second was another, much smaller blond appeared.

It goes without saying, she was topless, high, and drunk. So zonked, she could barely stand, let alone walk. Yet, just barely, she did both. She muttered incoherently as she looked at a marble in her palm; how she didn’t drop it, you couldn't quite figure. 

“Buddy,” Moondust finally says, noticing you, and calling you by her nickname for you.

“High Moondust,” you greet your wasted friend. 

“High? Buddy, Im outa thiss whirld wayssed. Buddy, Thiss commune is the bezz,” she tells you. “Youve allready meed tidy cat”, she continues, gesturing to the big titted girl. Tity Cat had sprawled out Moondusts blanket, and is working on her second weed-beer, her jeans now unbuttoned. Moondust continued, "Ann the willowy blonn therre is Sparkle."

Hearing her name, Sparkle stopped, and looked towards Moondust. You wondered how many of Moondust Sparkle saw; her eyes were very red, and though she tried to stand still, her intoxication left her swaying in the breeze. 

You took the opportunity to introduce yourself, “Titty Cat, Sparkle it is a pleasure to meet you. Yes, absolutely a pleasure.” Then you finally added, “I’m Moondusts friend, Buddy.” If you had to wager, neither of the beautiful wasted women you’d just meet were sober enough to understand you.

It was a wager you would have lost, for Titty Cat said, “Welcome, buddy, freinn uhf moonnuzz t' the 420 top'lezz sooo'ci'tiddy.” Sprinkle then really surprised you, somehow slurring, “Welcome buddy.  Tiddy cat, said tiddy 'gain, thass why wee call herr tiddy cat. Moonnuzz, shoul'nn yoo taze himm t' the leader?”

“'course sparkle.  Bud i'm ssill too sober.” Moondust said before continuing, “Shay, buddy dizz you brin' any uhf thad moonshine yoo mayke?”

“Of course,” you say as you pull a gallon jug from your pack. 

“Oh, goodie.  Sparkle, tiddy cat, yoo arr in furra real treat. His moon shine is the bezz!,” Moondust exclaims, before drinking the wine in her glass. You sit down between Moondust and Titty Cat. The latter grabs another wine glass as Sparkle sits down in front of you. You begin to pour the Moonshine.