StumblingFillies

IIRC this is a repost from bb.         She absently swung the bottle of yummy wine in her right hand as she held the car keys in her left, not able to walk a straight line from the wine shed had at lunch. "Babe, I love that you're drunk, but let me drive us home", her boyfriend told her as he took the car keys from her.       "Gooond idea, Sweetie.  Thiss wine is sooo gooond," she slurred before she took another sip from the bottle as she meanandered her way around the front of the vehicle. When she reached the passenger side, she flung the door open. She put the bottle in the console cup holder, and tossed her bag in, leaning in, ass out.       It took a bit for her to get settled into the seat. When she was finally in, her boyfriend went over to the driver's side, and once more looked over his gorgeous, drunk girlfriend.

 This is a revision of my bb post, American woman, I feel it is much more complete than that version. I don't plan to repost that, as I don't fell I've removed anything, just added. But if I get a request I will. “Commanner Kacey Musgraves reportin', sir.” Kacey tried not to slur, as she leaned on the door frame, a bottle in one hand a joint in the other. The Captain knew his subordinate was drunk and high on LSD and Marijuana long before she appeared at the door to his makeshift office in the recently captured villa now serving as their headquarters, from the tell tail unsteady clack of her high heels on the stairs. Looking at the vision of intoxicated beauty before him only confirmed it. He wasn’t surprised, for intoxication was an expected and required part of the H*S*A*M* forces duties. Hyper Sensory Assisted Military, though many called it informally Her’s Smashed Alcoholic Military. “Come in Commander,” the captain said. Noting her bottle was empty, he continued, ...

  ”I thing i had too mush shampaign ad lunsh wiss my boyfreinn.  Course, the tree marrtinis ann red wine doan helb izzer,” a drunk Barbra pavlin slurred as she tried to stand still for the Valentines day photo shoot.  “Ok, Barbra, Smile, were almost done, then you can have another Love potion no.9” the photographer told her. “Oh, yah! id f'rgot 'bout those,” she grinned, as she leaned forward, recalling the fruity, smoky vodka martini shed had at lunch. “Perfect Babsie. Who, careful. You ok?” the photographer asked, as the drunk model fell.  “Yes.  Jussa li'l titsy,” she answered as he lay on the floor, giggling. The assistant moved the heart light, and the photographer took another photo, as Barbra played with her hair.

  By kickoff, Nikki was already drunk and high. You tried to tell her boyfreind Nick, but he was too engrossed in the game. Actually, he was probably MORE wasted than Nikki, a typical former jock. You, of course, were stone cold sober. You may find chicks getting wasted insanely hot, but you have no desire yourself. Perhaps it made you a bit of a hypocrite, but you simply don't care.  Instead of watching the game, Nikki grabbed a bottle of whiskey and her bong, and stood. She swayed, and then staggered and stumbled her way across the room. Once behind her boyfreind, she beckoned you to follow. “Hey, Nick, I'm going to go to the bathroom, you want me to get you anything from the kitchen on my way back?” you asked. But Nick was busy taking another hit of his bong, and didn’t hear you and was too stoned to care. In the spare room, you asked Nikki, “You're going to drink and smoke more?” “Welll, duh, iss the s'perbowl,” Nikki answered, as she opened the bottle and t...

  “Ah, now thiss'zz whad i call a vacashun.  Skyin' zzzrunk ann high wuz fun, bud iss too cold” Natyala slurred. Wine, Jack Daniels & Cola, and coconut rum cocktails and weed, Natalya had long since lost count how many she'd had, all she knew was she was nice and warm laying topless in the sun. “Nooo shoes, nooo shird, nooo problems,” she slurred along to Kenny Chessney on the radio. When the song ended, she grabbed her Marajuana vape and coconut cocktail, causing her sunglasses to fall off, and took a large sip followed by a long hit. She finished her cocktail, took another hit and then decided, “Timme fornnother coconut rum coggtail, bud firzz a dip inna pool.” She stood, and swaying like a palm tree in a hurricane, she made her way to the pool and dove in. After a brief swim, she popped right out of the water, singing along to FGL’s cruse, “Shese poppin' ride outa the south georgia water thodded, "oh, gooond lord, ive had 'em long tanned legs,” as she st...