Black Friday

 Melissa was still a bit drunk and high when she met Alexis for breakfast before going shopping.

“I see i wuzzin the only won t' over innulge on thanksgivin,” Alexis greeted her. 

“Yah.  My boyfrienn hadda worg, sooo i spenn the day smokin' ann zzzrinkin'.  Ann wenn he got home, welll he kepped me smokin' a zzzrinkin' azz wee played wiss eash ozzer,” Melissa told her friend. 

“Yoo gow girl! wee had gueszz, sooo i coud't really led loose till theey left, bud i wuzzin verry sober wenn theey left,” Alexis explained. 

“Lemme guess: once theey left yoo got wayssed?,”Melissa asked.

“Damn ride.  Hell, im ssill zzzrunk ann high,” the redhead Alexis admitted as she stumbled.

“Same,” Melissa told her friend and then added, “Less ged summ breakfazz.”


Instead of a restaurant, they went to a cafe. It specializes in edibles and drinks, the girls couldn’t resist the bloody mary and mimosas, or a couple of pot muffins. 


They left the cafe feeling fine. They needed each other's support. “Where doo wee wanna gow shopping?,” Melissa asked. 

“How 'bout hussler.  Wee c'n ged gifss fer ower men thad arr alsso gifss t' us,” Alexis offered.

“Sounns gooond.  Heyyyy, i thing theyre eeven havin' a wine ann sheese tassin',” Melissa said as they stumbled towards the store.

“I thing youre ride melissa,” Alexis returned. 


Several glasses of wine later, they stumbled out of the store arm in arm, tits out.

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