"Tits or Vag?"
"Tits."
If vag was the focus, we had to drink.
You could also play with the color of lingerie, or the theme in the male-centric deck(Cowboy, biker, etc.). I started with champagne, may have had some vodka, or rum- don't remember- but I know I ended with strawberry daiquiri. Audra kept topping my glass off.
I had more cigarettes that night than I'd ever had in a week. Woke up with my lungs burning and throat sandpapered.
Before everyone else, I stumbled over to the Dollhouse and promptly blacked out. I woke up an hour or so later under my winter coat, shivering. At some point, Paddy and Audra's roommate threw a purple Mighty Ducks fleece blanket over me, but still I shook. I tried to sleep with my arms wrapped tight around me, and chin tucked into my chest. Finally, I did. Only in short spurts, however.
It was so cold, I dreamed of blankets in a pile next to me, only to awaken, freezing, to find a dark, silent house with no blankets to be found.
I rose the next morning at 7 AM, cramped from shivering and straining into myself for warmth, and unable to talk. I got to the Dining Hall on campus and ate a bagel and drank a glass of orange juice only to throw it all up in the bathroom sink. I remember the brightness of my orange vomit on the white porcelain as a girl emerged from the pink stall behind me.
The world was still a little shaky, but made it to my 8 AM Geography lecture, anyway.
No More Rock N Roll.
I had more cigarettes that night than I'd ever had in a week. Woke up with my lungs burning and throat sandpapered.
Before everyone else, I stumbled over to the Dollhouse and promptly blacked out. I woke up an hour or so later under my winter coat, shivering. At some point, Paddy and Audra's roommate threw a purple Mighty Ducks fleece blanket over me, but still I shook. I tried to sleep with my arms wrapped tight around me, and chin tucked into my chest. Finally, I did. Only in short spurts, however.
It was so cold, I dreamed of blankets in a pile next to me, only to awaken, freezing, to find a dark, silent house with no blankets to be found.
I rose the next morning at 7 AM, cramped from shivering and straining into myself for warmth, and unable to talk. I got to the Dining Hall on campus and ate a bagel and drank a glass of orange juice only to throw it all up in the bathroom sink. I remember the brightness of my orange vomit on the white porcelain as a girl emerged from the pink stall behind me.
The world was still a little shaky, but made it to my 8 AM Geography lecture, anyway.
No More Rock N Roll.
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