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No smut yet just some M rated makeout for the time being so excited to jump into chapter 4 :):):):):)

Alaska was tipsy, to say the least. Truth be told, she probably should have been way past that point, but she had a fairly high tolerance for alcohol. However, drinking on campus while not in her room probably wasn't the best idea, and as she came tumbling down to the pavement, she realized that this was grounds for expulsion-or worse. In her alcohol-saturated state, however, she didn't care enough to drag herself back to her room, so, instead, she lay on the ground in the commons, giggling slightly to herself. The alcohol made everything better-it made her numb, it made her happy, and it made her feel less guilty and less like it was her fault. No matter how much people reassured her that what happened wasn't her fault, she would never believe them. That was why she needed cigarettes and alcohol-because she was so damn sick of feeling so guilty.