You’re plastered af, you dumb lightweight. You should have known better than to drink so much. The floor will swallow you whole if you even think about slipping off the barstool, so you stay on this rollercoaster ride of a seat. Half-formed thoughts swirl around in your head, and your shoulders sway out of sync with the music. Even though your singing voice is fully capable of shredding the ears of Satan himself, you actually look kinda cute with the alcoholic blush on your cheeks and the dizzy shimmer of your eyes that peek out from under your tousled hair. As you reach for another shot, knocking over someone else’s drink in the process, your jacket slips and exposes your bare shoulder. You realize the room’s getting hot, so you pull down the neck of your shirt and untuck it at your waist. I hate to admit it, but you are really the epitome of sexy right now. Go to (M) if you think it’s time you went home or go to (N) if you agree that the night is still young :)