Blackout

By Craig Bacardi

Madison emerged from the abandoned house into the sunlight. She was wearing a loose hoodie several sizes larger than hersmall frame and a pair of white Capri pants. She squinted against the glare ofthe southern sun as she looked in both directions down the street to see ifthere was anyone within sighting distance. As usual, the street was deserted.

This was the sixteenth day since shewoke up in her bed and found the whole house empty. Her parents and her little brother were gone. So was everyone else it appeared. She tried to call herfriends, but the phone was dead. She also tried to start her dad's car, even though she wasn't allowed to drive by herself yet, but the car wouldn't even make a noise.

Since that day, she spent most ofher time waiting for someone to find her. Whatever happened, people wouldrealize she was missing and they would come back for her. She just had to wait. But as the days went by, the food in her parents' house ran out and she had to raid the neighbors' houses to find something to eat. Now, she had to walk three houses down the street to eat breakfast. She didn't know who lived there, but she hoped they wouldn't be mad at her for breaking in. She was hungry. 

Madison went around to the backyard and found a big rock. She propped open the screen door and used the rock to break the glass to gain entry into the house. First she made her way into the kitchen and checked what was in the cabinets. She found some corn flakes and sat down at the dining table, grabbing handfuls ofit at a time and stuffing them into her mouth. When she was full she stood upand went to look for something to drink. She opened the fridge and looked around, breathing through her mouth to avoid the bad smell. She quickly took out all the bottles and arranged them on the table. There was some orange juice, which she liked, but she knew it would be spoiled, so she put it aside.The rest of the drinks included a bottle of ginger ale, a half bottle of orange pop, a few bottles of beer and another bottle of some kind of alcohol. 

She put the alcohol aside next to the orange juice. She couldn't drink that. What if her parents came back for her and they found her drunk? She would be in a load of trouble.

She had heard a rumor in school, before everyone disappeared, that a few of the popular girls got drunk at asleep-over and some of them got so drunk they threw up afterwards. Why would anyone do that? Everyone knew alcohol was unhealthy and it tasted bad too. She had tried it once, when her uncle offered her a sip of champagne at her cousin's wedding.

But then why did people still drink it? It didn't make sense.

She opened the orange pop and drank. As she was sipping the drink, she began to think that maybe nobody was coming back. Maybe they did forget her or maybe they were all dead. Maybe she was the only person left alive and the whole planet was hers. Maybe she could do whatever she wanted!

Other than the first day after everyone disappeared, when she walked over to a few of her friends' houses to check if they were there, she never really left her street. She mostly stayed in her own room and only ventured out to eat, because she didn't want to be absent when someone came looking for her. Whenever she broke into a new house, she looked around to see if there were any interesting books she could read, or anything else she could find a use for, but she always carried them back to her parents' house where she spent the majority of her time. However, as the realization that no one was coming back dawned on her, she decided to venture out more often and explore. There was no point to sticking around and waiting forever. 

There was no point to anything. For the first time in sixteen days, she cried.

The next day, Madison decided to start doing things differently. She left a note on her front door telling her parents that she was alive and she will come back to the house every Sunday, in case they came back for her. The first thing she did was go shopping for clothes she wasn't allowed to wear before, either because they were too revealing or they were too expensive. Then she went to a cosmetics store and stocked up on all kinds of makeup. When she had enough clothes and makeup to last her for a long while, she found a clothing store that had a large mirror on one of the walls and she entertained herself by parading in front of the mirror in the outfits she picked up. In the evening, she did not go back to her parents' house but instead found a house nearby and slept there.

***

In another part of the city, another girl was walking through the dark streets towards the downtown area. That's where she liked to stay and she preferred to do things at night, instead of during theday. It fit her better.

Once she arrived downtown, she came to a halt in the middle of an intersection. She brushed a lock of black hairout of her eye and started reading the signs above the various stores, restaurants and bars until one caught her eye. Blackout. Just what she needed. She smiled to herself and walked to the entrance. Inside the bar, she took off her long overcoat and placed it on the back of a chair and walked behind the bar to see what she would drink. Sometimes she liked to mix things up, but vodka was her favorite. She found a bottle of vodka, removed the cap and took a swig, enjoying the warm feeling as it spread through her body.

It has been sixteen days since she woke up in a strange house, not knowing where she was or even who she was. She searched through the house, knowing that if that was where she lived therewould be photos of her or something else to indicate who she was. But it turned out to be the house of a family she didn't recognize and there were no picturesof her or anything that gave her a clue about her identity. At first she was fine. She didn't miss anyone - since she didn't even remember anyone. The onlything that bothered her was that she was bored. There was no electricity, whichmeant no TV, no Internet, no music.

But after more than two weeks of walking through empty streets, she felt on the verge of going insane. She was lonely. She wanted to talk to someone; she wanted to be around other people andhang out. However, it looked like there were no other people. It was only her. And she didn't even know who she was.

So, since she had nothing better to do, and because it made her forget, she decided to get drunk - really drunk. It was actually something she wanted to do for a few days, but something was holding her back. Now she was going to do it. Nothing could stop her.

She lifted the bottle to her mouthand drank continuously until she could take no more. She gasped and took a few deep breaths to steady herself. Her heart was racing. She looked at the bottleand found that it was almost half empty.

The girl knew she could still change her mind - half a bottle would give her a good buzz, but she would still be in full control. Another drink like the one she just had and she would be hammered. More than one and she would probably black out. Did she really want to do this?

She decided that she did. Before she could change her mind she brought the bottle to her lips again and started drinking. She squeezed her eyes shut and ignored the burning in her throat,trying to drink as much as she was physically able. She stopped only when the bottle was empty and shivered. She was starting to feel it. She wasn't drunk yet, not so quickly, but she felt her skin get a little numb and she feltlight-headed. It was a good feeling.

She got up and walked behind the bar again and grabbed another bottle of vodka. It was going down so well, she was afraid to try anything else that might be harder to drink. She walked back to her chair, but she did not sit down. She noticed a full length mirror on theside of the column in the middle of the room and walked to it and looked atherself. She was dressed in black; a long black skirt and a tight black camisole. She knew she was pretty on the outside, but she wasn't so sure aboutthe inside. Still looking at herself in the mirror, she removed the cap from the bottle and took another swig of vodka. It was harder to drink now, but that just made her more determined to force as much alcohol down her throat as she could. Feeling a sudden wave of dizziness, she put a hand against the column to steady herself and looked her re°ection in the eye.

„Drink, you stupid bitch,“ she said with contempt.

She grabbed the bottle with both hands and drank again. As she was gulping down the vodka, she staggered backwards but she did not allow herself to stop drinking. She was determined to drink as much as she could. When she finished drinking she was so drunk she was swaying back and forth. She felt a passing urge to throw up, but she did her best to ignore it. She stumbled to the bar and put the vodka bottle on the counter. She was vaguely aware that the bottle was about two-thirds empty. She tried to go back to the mirror to look at herself, but she stumbled off to the side and fell onto a table. The world kept tilting from side to side and she was really dizzy. She tried to stand up, but she could barely keep her balance, so she let herself collapse onto the floor. As she was sitting on the ground, she put her arms on the floor behind her and arched her back. She was feeling really good. The vodka was making her drunker every second and she could not even stand up. She wanted to drink more, but the bar seemed a world away, so she contented herself with sitting on the floor and swaying back and forth with a satisfied smile on her face. That was the last thing she remembered...

***

Madison woke up and changed from her pajamas into a red, pleated miniskirt and a pink tank top and went downstairs to look for something to eat. The fridge was almost empty except for several bottles of alcoholic drinks, but she managed to find a few bags of potato chips in the pantry and she sat down to  have breakfast. As she stuffed the chips into her mouth, she kept glancing at the fridge, unable to stop thinking about its contents. When she finished the first bag, she stood up and walked back to it and peered inside. Like she always did, she lined up the bottles on the kitchen table. There were four bottles of beer, a full bottle of whiskey and a bottle of tequila, which was almost empty. 

She was feeling excited and apprehensive at the same time. Getting caught was unlikely, but she never had more than a sip of alcohol at a time and she had no idea what it felt like to be drunk or how much she would have to drink to getdrunk. She was scared of the unknown, but at the same time she knew that the only way to get rid of the nagging urge to find out what it feels like is to actually try it - and the sooner she did it the better. 

Having made up her mind, Madison looked around the kitchen for a bag and she carried all the bottles to the store with the large mirror where she kept most of her clothes. There were too many outfits she liked to be able to carry them with her to whatever house she slept in, so she figured she would keep them all in her favorite store. She intended to return there every day.

Madison unloaded the contents of the bag onto the floor and threw her pajamas and the clothes she wore the previous day into a pile, next to the much bigger pile of clean clothes she had yet towear for a whole day. She looked at herself in the mirror, satisfied. She wassure all the guys from her school would be eager to ask her out, if they ever saw her dressed like that.

She liked to wear miniskirts, because all the popular girls wore them to school, but her parents wouldn't allow her to buy one. Now there was no one who could prevent her from doing whatever she wanted. She grabbed a bottle of beer and tried to twist off the cap with her hands, but she couldn't do it. She realized she forgot to look for an opener back at the house. She didn't want to cut her hand as she was trying to force the cap off, so she decided to drink something else. She would leave the beer for another day, when she had something to open it with. It was going to be either tequila or whiskey. The tequila was almost empty and Madison wasn't sure if it would be enough to get her drunk. She had no idea how much she would need to drink, but she elected to go with the full bottle of whiskey, just to be sure. She opened the bottle and took a careful sip.

„Wow,“ she gasped. It was strong. She knew it was going to be hard to drink all that whiskey, but she was going to drink it anyways. She was getting excited. She noticed the burning sensation in her throat and her stomach, but she didn't think she was drunk. It couldn't be that easy! She noted that the label on the bottle said 40% alcohol by volume and1.14 L. If that wasn't enough she would drink the tequila, too.

She tried to drink again, straight from the bottle. This time she hoped to drink a lot, but after a few mouthfuls she had to stop. She looked at the bottle and saw that barely anything was missing from it. The burning sensation in her stomach was amplified, but shestill did not feel drunk. She had to drink more. On her third try, she managed to drink for longer and she was happy to find that the bottle no longer lookedfull. It was starting to be easier to swallow the alcohol. With renewed confidence, she drank again.

When she stopped, she finally understood why people drink. The alcohol tasted bad, but after a while it got better and she was already feeling very happy and relaxed. She tried not to think about what would happen if someone discovered her here, drinking. She wasn't old enough to drink and wouldn't be for several years, but she liked it and she was going to start drinking regularly. It was totally worth it! 

She lifted to bottle again to check how much was left. It was just over half full and Madison wondered if she was drunk yet, or not. She knew the alcohol was making her happier, but she wasn't dizzy at all. Weren't drunk people supposed to be dizzy?

Madison decided to have another drink and then wait and see what happened. She wanted to get drunk from this drink, so she tried to drink as much as she could without stopping. It was more difficult to drink than before because she was starting to be full, but the taste wasn't as bad. 

When she finished, the bottle was still nearly half full, but she didn't think she could drink more until she waited a few minutes. She had to admit to herself that she was really enjoying this whole experience. Why was it forbidden for young girls to drink?

She stood up and walked outside to pee. As she walked she had a feeling that she wasn't walking normally, but she couldn't tell for sure. She felt like she was floating and she had a comforting warm sensation throughout her body. Maybe she was drunk now, she thought with satisfaction. As she tried to crouch down to pee, she fell over onto her butt and ended up lying on her back with her panties pulled down to her knees and her feet up in the air. For a split second she was too surprised to react, but then she burst out laughing. Now she knew she was drunk.

As she was peeing, she had to support herself with both hands so she wouldn't fall over again. That would have been messy. Luckily, she managed to keep herself from losing her balance again. She was starting to feel really drunk!

„Oh God,“ she said to no one in particular, giggling. „I'm totally wasted.“

She rolled over onto her hands and knees and stood up. She pulled up her skirt and her panties, but she had to support herself against the wall with one hand in order to stay on her feet. Even as she steadied herself against the wall, she was stumbling back and forth as she was trying to arrange her clothes with her free hand.

„Wow,“ she said as she leaned with her back against the wall. She felt so good, but so dreamy at the same time. It was a bit unsettling - she felt on the verge of losing control. She wanted to close her eyes, but as soon as she did, she lost her balance, lurched to the side and after a few stumbling steps, she ended up rolling over onto the ground. She knew she must have looked silly, but she loved the feeling of being drunk.

The rest of her day was a blur. She remembered stumbling back into the clothing store and arriving in front of thelarge mirror. When she saw her reflection, she was vaguely aware that she had pulled her skirt up too far and her panties were showing. She also remembered collapsing onto the floor and sitting there, too dizzy to stand up again. She couldn't recall what happened after that.

***

The other girl was awakened by a splitting headache. She opened her eyes and closed them immediately. The sunlight shiningin through the windows made her eyes hurt. Every inch of her body was in pain and she couldn't think straight. She just wanted to die.

A few minutes later she took a deep breath and rolled over onto her back. She opened her eyes again and looked up at the ceiling. She remembered where she was and why she was hurting so bad.She got drunk and fell asleep on the cold floor, wearing nothing but her skirt and camisole. She shivered and sat up, trying to ignore the disgusting taste in her mouth. Her hair was wet and stinky. Looking back to where she slept, she noticed a puddle of vomit, some of which was now stuck to her hair. She felt like vomiting again, her head hurt and she was miserable. Yet, she could not convince herself that getting drunk was a bad idea. She stood up and walked to the chair where she hung her coat the day before, took the coat and walked outside into the sunlight. She was thirsty, she felt sticky from sweat and from the vomit coating her hair, and her head hurt so bad she could barely think straight. She walked to the closest place where she could wash, a park only a block away that had a little fountain surrounded by a small pool. Her stomach was empty and she was hungry, but the mere thought of food made her nauseous.

As soon as she reached the park, she made her way to the fountain. The fountain wasn't working, but the water was clean. Without bothering to look around to make sure she was alone, she started to remove her clothes. She draped her coat on a bench, then she removed her topand her bra placing them carefully on the bench. She then unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall onto the ground. Stepping to the side, she reached down for it and threw it onto the bench, next to her other clothes. Finally, she pulled down her thong, walked back to the fountain and stepped into the pool. It was cold but it felt good against her skin. She swept aside the coins that people threw into the pool to make a spot where she could sit and lowered herself intothe water. She realized that she forgot to bring soap or a towel, but for the moment she worried only about getting rid of that sticky feeling.

After washing herself as thoroughly as she could, she stepped out onto the concrete surrounding the fountain and shivered. It was midday and as she stood in the sunlight, her skin dried quickly and she felt better. She grabbed her clothes from the bench, except for the coat, and washed them in the pool. She put on her coat, left her other clothes to dry on the bench and walked out of the park. An hour later she was back with soap, shampoo, a towel, a razor, a toothbrush and toothpaste, newclothes and a few bottles of spring water to drink and she took another, longer bath in the small pool.

When she got out of the water, she felt a lot better. Her headache was the only thing she could not get rid of, but otherwise she felt almost normal. She put on her new clothes; a light blue, knee-length skirt over a white thong, and a white halter top, which she decided to wear without a bra. She bundled up her belongings in her long coat andwalked back to the bar. The place smelt bad, so she decided to prop the front door open and mop up the floor. When everything was up to her standards, she headed out again to find a mattress and drag it back to the bar, so she would have something to sleep on. By late evening, she had all the things she needed to live there. She ate cereals, without milk, and drank some water for dinner and then she collapsed onto the mattress and fell asleep within minutes.

***

Madison woke up the next morning with a similar headache. She rubbed her eyes and tried her best to ignore her upset stomach. Physically, she was feeling terrible, but thinking back to the previous day she felt a strange sense of self-satisfaction - even pride. She removed her miniskirt and tank top and picked a lot more conservative outfit to wear; a pair of jeans and a tight T-shirt. She looked herself in the mirror and realized what a mess she was; her blonde hair looked like a rat's nest and her eyes were bloodshot. After finding out what it was like to be drunk the previous day, now she was finding out what it was like to be hungover. 

She quickly ran outside and threw up onto the pavement. Afterwards, she still felt sick, but having emptied her stomach she was starting to feel a little bit better. She rinsed her mouth with some water, then drank a few sips and went back inside. Her mind was racing; she wanted to get drunk again. Right then and there. Madison ran to where she left the alcohol and opened the bottle of tequila. As soon as she caught the scent of the alcohol, her body reacted violently and she almost threw up again.

„Okay,“ she breathed. „Maybe later.“

She needed to settle her stomach first. She went outside again and started to walk back in the direction of the house where she spent the previous night. It was starting to be dark again, but having slept through most of the day, she felt as if it was morning.

After searching a few houses, she found a box of crackers and eating a few made her feel less queasy. Since she was already in a residential area, she decided to collect as much alcohol as she could carry back to the store. She found a large sports bag and carried it from house to house, filling it with the strongest drinks she could find. She then proceeded to drag the heavy bag all the way back to the store. Madison was breathing heavily by the time she arrived and she felt exhausted. She has had very little to eat and she was still weak from drinking too much and then throwing up earlier. It was night time, so she walked back the nearest house  soon as she found a bed she collapsed onto it and fell asleep within minutes.

The next morning, Madison woke up feeling much better. She was starving, so the first thing she did was eat a big breakfast. When she was full, she left the house and headed back to the store to get changed. Her mood was much better and her choice of outfit reflected it. She picked a tiny tan miniskirt and a matching crop top. She spent some time to clean herself, brush her hair, put on some makeup, and then changed into her new outfit.

She couldn't resist the temptation anymore and she found herself standing over the sports bag she used to transport the alcohol. She unzipped it and started to remove the bottles and arrange them on the floor. She still had the little bit of tequila and the four bottles of beer from before and the left-over whiskey, which were already sitting next to the wall. Aside from those, she counted twelve bottles ofassorted liquors, including more whiskey and tequila, some rum, vodka, brandy and one bottle of coffee liqueur. 

By the time Madison finished examining the bottles, she could hardly contain herself. Having only been drunk once, she wasn't sure if her second time would feel the same or if it would be different, but she already knew that she wanted to end up falling down drunk again. Justthinking about that feeling of lightness and happiness made her heart beat faster.

She decided to try each type of alcohol she had. She started with the same bottle of whiskey she drank the day before. Madison removed the cap and quickly lifted the bottle to her mouth and started swallowing its contents. When she stopped, she could hardly breathe and she coughed until tears formed in her eyes. 

Once she stopped, she noticed the warm feeling in her stomach and smiled. She closed the bottle and put it back on the ground. Only one quarter of the whiskey remained in the bottle. After a few seconds, she felt ready for more, so she reached for the next drink--spiced rum. Madison sat back on her heels, twisted the cap off the bottle and took a careful sip. She never had rum before and she didn't want to choke again, trying to drink it too fast. It tasted different than whiskey, but she couldn't decide which one was better. There was only one way to find out. She tried drinking a larger amount and kept swallowing until she was forced to stop by another fit of coughing. She felt slightly annoyed by her inability to keep drinking for a long time, but when she noticed how much she just drank, she was taken aback. She drank almost half the bottle!

She cleared her throat and reached for the next bottle, already starting to feel a little bit odd. She wasn't drunk yet, but it was definitely coming – she could feel it. She turned the bottle in her hand to read the label and then opened it. She licked her lips and took several long draughts of brandy, hardly feeling the taste. When she removed the bottle from her lips, she shuddered and then emitted a silent burp. She was starting to feel full, but she wanted to try one more drink. As she stood up she staggered a few steps to the side, feeling as if her whole body was starting to become heavy. 

Madison walked over to the nearly empty bottle of tequila and sat heavily on the floor. There was about half a cup of tequila in it, which she drained in a few gulps and then put the empty bottle back on the floor.

The alcohol made it difficult forher to think straight, but Madison wanted to see what she looked like when she was drunk. Bracing herself against the wall, she managed to stand up. The mirror was across the room and her vision was starting to become blurred, so she could barely see herself from that distance. She was really feeling the effect of the drinks and for a moment she just leaned against the wall and enjoyed the sensation. She smiled and, suddenly remembering what she wanted to do, she pushed herself away from the wall and started to stumble towards the mirror. 

When she made it close enough to see herself, she was shocked by how drunk she looked. As she stood facing her reflection, she noticed that she was swaying from side to side. After managing to stay upright for a few seconds,she started to fall forward towards the mirror and when she tried to stopherself from falling forwards she ended up rolling onto her back. She crawled to the mirror to get a close look at herself and sat up.

„You'rr really dun-... drunk now,“ she told her reflection and leaned forward to kiss herself on the lips. She giggled and then tried to stand up, but as soon as she lifted her hands off the ground, she kept falling back down. Apparently, she needed all four limbs on the floor to balance herself. She looked back at the mirror and saw a young girl with pretty blond hair and a thin, but nicely toned body. The miniskirt she was wearing rode up on her back and exposed her white thong and her roundbutt. She didn't care!

Madison felt as though the whole world was being tilted from one direction to the other. She lied down on her stomach, spread out her arms and legs and closed her eyes. She loved to be drunk, but she was so tired! She wanted to drink more alcohol, but the bottles were too far and she didn't want to crawl all the way there. Maybe when she woke up...

Chapter III - House-Hopping

The morning after getting drunk for the second time, Madison woke up with a splitting headache and an upset stomach. Despite all this, she felt happy and decided she would get drunk again that evening.

First, she changed into a clean outfit and headed out to get something to eat and drink. She was extremely thirsty. She found a house she has not yet broken into and ate some cereals, which she followed by drinking several bottles of water. After that she feltbetter and she spent the next few hours looking for clothing stores and bringing back any outfits she liked and adding them to her clothing pile. She tried to keep busy so that she could take her mind away from drinking, but she knew eventually she would not be able to resist anymore. 

By early afternoon, Madison could not resist the call of the bottle any longer. She decided to get drunk and she had an idea she wanted to try. She put on a pink thong and bra, ared miniskirt and a short grey tank top with a red pattern on it. She walked to a street she has not been to before and entered the first house. With her heartbeating quickly, she rummaged through the house, looking for some alcohol. She found several bottles, including a bottle of vodka which she picked to start with. She poured herself as much as she could fit into a tall glass and gulped it all down. The familiar warmth spread through her body.

Madison went out onto the street and headed to the next house, taking the empty glass with her. Her plan was to drink one full glass of alcohol in each house and see how far down the street she could make it. She was excited by the idea. Even though she had only been drunk twice, she loved to do it and she wanted to test her own limits. 

In the second house, she filled her glass to the rim with tequila and drank it all in less than a minute. By the time she left the house she was starting to feel amild buzz. She smiled to herself and moved on to the next house. It took her along time to find any alcohol there, but after nearly ten minutes of searching, Madison finally found a stash of bottles in the basement. She decided to go with a glass of brandy and quickly downed it. 

Before the drink, her buzz was starting to fade due to the long time it took her to find alcohol, but as she made her way to the fourth house, her buzz was returning and she could feel the onset of drunkenness. She quickened her pace and proceeded to break the window on the back door with a baseball bat she found in the backyard. She then reached in with one hand, careful not to cut herself on the sharp edges, unlocked the door from the inside and stepped into the house. 

The fridge had almost nothing but alcohol in it and she was relieved that she wouldn't have tospend a lot of time looking for something to drink. She grabbed a random bottle, which happened to be gin, and filled her glass. Her thoughts were starting to become foggy and she made a mental effort to count how many drinks she had drank so far. This would be the fourth, she decided, still sober enough to keep track, but the fast drinking was starting to have a noticeable effect. She sat down at the dining table to drink, enjoying the feeling of the alcohol warming her from the inside.

Soon, her glass was empty and Madison stood up to go to the next house. She was starting to be wobbly and she carefully navigated around the broken glass outside the back door and down thesteps of the deck into the backyard. As she leaned down to pick up the baseball bat, she stumbled a few steps to the side. She wondered what people would have thought if they saw her like this, breaking into the houses of complete strangers to steal alcohol. She smiled at the thought. Even the popular girls wouldn't dare to do something like this. 

Wanting to drink more, Madison walked to the next house, staggering slightly. She managed to get inside, after shattering the glass with a slightly more powerful blow than she intended. There was no alcohol in the fridge but she found a liquor cabinet in the living room and examined its contents, leaning against it to steady herself. Without bothering to read what was written on the bottles she grabbed the first one that was nearly full and poured herself another drink, splashing some of it on the carpet. 

She quickly drank a few sips and went to look for a mirror so she could see herself. It was always funny to see what she looked like when she was drunk and she knew she was wasted now. With one hand on the wall, she walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror over the sink. Her blonde hair was disheveled and she was swaying back and forth. Anyone who saw her would immediately know she was drunk. 

Strangely, she felt proud of that. 

She smiled at the mirror and gave her reflection a thumbs up, then she drank the rest ofher booze. Suddenly aware of the urge to pee, Madison stumbled to the toilet and sat down. By the time she finished and stood up, the alcohol was in full effect. She staggered out of the bathroom and tried to remember if she had a drink yet in this house or not. After some thinking, she remembered watching herself in the mirror and she was about the head to the next house when she realized she had left her glass in the bathroom. She stumbled back and got it.

By now, Madison felt really dizzy and as she tried to cross the lawn to the next house, she stumbled and fell down onto the grass. Giggling at her own clumsiness, she rolled over onto her back and squinted up at the sun. It was so much fun to be drunk and she wanted to drink more. Suddenly aware that she was hot, she decided to strip down to her bra and panties. Leaving her skirt and tank top on the grass, she stood up. 

As she stood there swaying and barely managing to keep her balance, she realized that her glass was no longer in her hand. After blinking at her empty hand, she looked around and located the glass next to her clothes. As she bent down to pick it up, her alcohol-soaked brain could not cope with her sudden movement and she tumbled to the ground.

„Okay,“ she muttered to herself as she climbed back onto her hands and knees, trying to gather her strength tostand up again. With the glass in one hand, she stood up and took a few stumbling steps towards the next house before collapsing into a heap again. She found this turn of events hilarious and she lay face down in the grass laughingat her inability to take more than a few steps without falling over. Madison decided to crawl the rest of the distance across the lawn to the back porch.There, she stood up by holding onto the railing and made it up the steps to the screen door. Noticing that it was unlocked, she opened the door and went inside. 

Swaying she took in her surroundings and headed towards the fridge, but did not find any alcohol. Moving into the living room, she found a bottle of whiskey and poured herself a full glass, spilling whiskey all over the hardwood floor. She gulped down the contents of the glass and then absentmindedly poured herself another drink. 

Everything that happened after that was only a dreamlike memory for Madison. She remembered putting down her empty glass on the coffeetable. She also remembered tripping on the last step as she climbed down theporch and falling into the grass. She recalled standing in the middle of theyard in her thong and bra, hugging the trunk of a tree to keep herself on her feet. The last thing she could recall was lying on the ground next to a flowerbed and puking all over one of the white flowers.

The End.