It was late afternoon noon and Molly's buzz started to wear off. At least, in her mind. Onlookers could see that her steps weren't perfectly straight - but of course, she felt almost sober again. Another half hour passed before she couldn't deny the alluring call of the bottle anymore. The chubby young brunette had been on and off sloshed for last 3 years. This was one of those times where the slowly sobering young drunkard really felt the annoying side- effects. Her hands felt clamy, and her stomach churned …" Aw shid.. " a thought fought through her fading haze as she stumbled through the dimly lit evening streets " I'm already sobering up again…"
She decided to lean against the closest wall to sift through her shabby purse. She turned over her wallet- That's when her problems started : There was no more money in it.
Not a cent was left..
Now, in oder to keep her fading buzz she had to think fast. She absentmindedly ran her hand through her shabby hair. " I may be outta cash but I still got my looks.." she argued internally with an involuntary low mumble.
She's been aware of her huge pair of tits even before she had hit her teens. And they grew bigger and bigger ever since. They did make her the clumsy fool in the eyes of her peers more than once. But over time she learned of their 'power'- those looks she got from strangers, they were full of potential.
This, combined with a smile she was able to get a lot of free stuff.… But especially drinks at parties and events. Generally, people really seemed to appreciate her presence more, when she was plastered.
Although - she's been quite a bit more slender and well-kept back then.
Before the drinking went from a fun exception to a distraction to a and finally to lifestyle… now, her days would start out, not with a shower and a coffee, but a glass of rum - and a booze inventory check.
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