43. Drunk

Atalanta’s pov

“Did you get me dunk, so I tell you evything?” I said, unable to stop myself from slurring.

Suzie and I had dinner together, which turned into drinks and more drinks.

She giggled as she handed me a coke. “Drink this. No more alcohol for you.”

“They reaaaaally are the best.” I said, thinking back to the best day of my life. “I had sooo many organismesss. What’s that word again?”

Suzie giggled even louder, “organ… organisms… organic…? O, orgasms!”

“You are dwunk too!” I could barely stand.

“Yes,” she nodded and kept nodding her head. “I am.”

“Did I tell you they were both inside of me….” I whispered, my eyes wide. “At the same time!”

I guess I didn’t whisper that last part because I saw a few heads turn my way.

Suzie pouted, “you’re so much cooler than I am. I only had sex like three times, and none of them were any good.”

“Poor you,” I said, pouting with my best friend.

“I know! That’s why I’m waiting until I meet my mate. And I’m too busy doing, uh.. beta stuff. Oh!”

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