Drunk
Legs sprawled haphazardly against the edge of a boxspring, body strewn upside-down across the floor, she lay with eyes closed and a bottle clutched to her chest. Her hair was mussed, spreading radially outwards in a halo of golden-brown, shirt disheveled and partially exposing her stomach. Her jeans had fallen halfway back to reveal her calves. Two girls grinned from across the room at the lone student, a camera clutched in the hands of one, warm with recent use. Silence ensued.
–Only to be shattered by giggles.
“Drunks aren’t supposed to smile!”
“Well, stop making me laugh! Wait, hold on… Give me a sec… Okay!” Obediently, the girl on the floor schooled her features as best she could, lips twitching convulsively even as the camera flashed once again. Abruptly, she rose and all but skipped over to view the fresh photos. “Let’s see!”
“Oh my– That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen!”
“Hey, I like yours better. You’ve got that primal look in your eyes as you’re clutching the bottle.”
“Oh, man…”
The noise died down to a quiet hum between the three, faces glowing with amusement as they ran through the reel of fake pictures that would eventually find themselves plastered happily online.
“…Is it sad that we did this without drinking the actual liquor?”
“…”
“No!“
More laughter erupted in the small dormroom.
Hey,
Hehe, that was quite funny, but I specially have to praise the idea of clutching the bottle to the chest. That’s a good way to innovate the drunkard stereotype. ^_~
Keep it up,
- César