Spring Break- Brooklyn Part 2

 Part 1: https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2024/03/spring-break-brooklyn.html

It had come as a great relief when all your Friday classes were canceled. Immediately after your last on Thursday, you grabbed your bag and practically ran to your truck. As you hopped in your truck you tried calling your girlfriend Brooklyn, but she didn’t answer. You weren’t surprised. She was probably too drunk and high. God you love that big titted girl-she's a hot number sober, and an even hotter mess drunk and high. Brooklyn was a wild one. It worried you what trouble she might get into without you, but you pushed the feeling down. But hey, who doesn't love a little trouble every now and then? It was spring break after all.

Driving through the night, stopping for lots of coffee, you arrived in Florida mid morning. You parked, and tried calling her again. No answer. You got out of the truck, glad for the air-b-n-b so you could go in and see if she was there, and if not, crash for a while. But then you saw her, leaning against a wall. Her phone was no ware in sight. She was in rare form-absolutely gorgeous and wasted. Suddenly not tired you got out of the truck and approached her, “Hey babe,” you greeted her. 

“I havva boyfreinn,” she somehow sputtered out.

“Brooklyn, Babe. It's me, your boyfreind,” you told her, proud that she was behaving.

She fiddled fith her sunglasses, eventually lifting them up to reveal glassy, red, eyes, with eye lids well beow half mast.

“Im wayssed, bud i nowe iss friday.  Butsha surrre look liyke my boyfrienn.  Ann he's nod due till saturday,” she struggled to tell you.

“Yah, babe. It’s me, classes got cancled today so I came down last night.”

She stared blankly, then smiled. “Cool!” she answered and moved forward to kiss you. She’d of fallen, but you grabbed her, and kissed her. Her lips tasted like weed and stale booze. You were glad spring break was now in full swing.