At this point, we’ve been together for a couple of years. She’s 5’4, booty to die for, and fit. I love watching her put jeans on, super sexy. One thing to note, is she’s very well spoken and diplomatic. More importantly, she’s very soft spoken. However, when she’s drunk she becomes a bratty little girl. It’s one of the most polar opposites I’ve ever seen in a drunk person.
“I’m going to a costume party with the girls. I think I’m going to go as a race car girl.”
…at this point, I simply reply “what’s a race car girl?”
“Y’know, the girl who waves the flag at the beginning and end of a race.”
Fast forward a couple of weeks later and she comes out of the bedroom ready for the party. It’s a skintight suit with checkered flags on it. “I think it’s a bit slutty….”
“It’s very sexy babe, go have fun.”
..and off she goes.
For whatever reason, I went to bed early that night only to be awoken at 3AM by someone barging through our place. My little race girl has come home, obviously very drunk.