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Pumped in Purple [Early Access] [Captioned!]
🕑 Added 2018-10-05 04:31:33 +0000 UTC Victoria really couldn't believe how much wine she had drunk that night. Sure, you're best friend only gets married once (hopefully..)- but she went waaay overboard. Some weird conflux of the music, her friends and the drinks put her in a rush- she was having so much fun, there was no time to think, only to act. Victoria only realized the consequences of her actions after blinking back out of her trance walking to her car, having said goodbye to her friends. It was like she entered the party, blinked- and she was here.Suddenly very conscious and aware, she did a quick- almost panicked patdown in the dark. Keys? Phone? Wallet? Cards? It was all there, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. She tried to think back, all she could remember is downing cup after cup, at an almost comical rate, until her inhibitions completely dissolved and she started downing, how many bottles? There was the first one, which was half empty, and then the second two after that on the balcony, and then the four in the pantry... was it even possible to fit that much wine in one person? And still be able to walk?
Also weird, she felt completely sober. Having distinct memories of drinking cartoonish volumes of wine, and not being able to litmus her own intoxication- she smartly concluded she must be so wasted that she can't trust her own judgement. Smartly, she decided to call one of her friends to pick her up, instead of driving. Sitting down to dig out her phone, she finally realized where all the wine had gone. As the interior lights of the car turned on, they illuminated her extremely exaggerated pear-shape, her poor purple yoga-pants stretched thread-bare to resemble stockings more than anything else. She tentatively touched, and then more firmly felt her new mass- soft pillowy flesh met her grasp, and sent chills up her spine.
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Yawning, you stretched out on the couch, glad to finally have reached the weekend, you were finally ready to tuck in for the night when your phone buzzed:
NEW SMS FROM VICTORIA - 11:38 pm
"Hey! Could you pick me up at Martha's place? I drank more than planned, I'd call an Uber but I'm having a major wardrobe malfunction.. You think I could crash with you for the night?"
That was weirdly forward of her, might as well pick her up, let her crash on the couch, you owe her that favor anyways...
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