Soon a pale freckled hand passes me a small chilled can, the alcoholic seltzer being a far cry from the refreshing water I had been hoping for. Despite this I quickly pop the top, guzzling down the cold beverage in an effort to rid myself of the pervasive dryness filling my mouth.
"Bitch slow down" whines the squeaky voice, weakly swatting at me as she slaps one of my tits. "We still have your fucking party tonight, it's bonfire time!" she chirps, her high pitched whine growing almost intolerably excited as the sharp tone leaves my head throbbing.
"Wha..." I mewl dimly, swallowing hard and wincing slightly as I feel the bubbles and vodka burn slightly at my parched throat. I run my tongue over my bottom lips, tasting a mixture of dozens of liqueurs clinging to the soft plush pillow resting on my face.