The neon sign of the seedy bar flickered in the darkness, casting an eerie glow on the pavement. Veronica stumbled out of the bar, her heels clicking against the concrete in a staccato rhythm. She was so drunk that she could barely keep her eyes open, her vision blurring as she tried to focus on the keys in her hand.
"Dammit," she muttered under her breath, dropping the keys for the second time. Her fingers felt like sausages, too fat and clumsy to do anything useful. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she managed to unlock the car door. She slumped into the driver's seat, her head lolling back against the headrest.
Veronica fumbled with the keys again, trying to find the ignition. Her car was a piece of shit, but it was all she could afford. She muttered another curse, then finally got the car started. The engine sputtered to life, a welcome sound in the stillness of the night.
She peeled out of the parking lot, narrowly avoiding hitting a parked car. Her car swerved onto the road, barely staying in her lane. Veronica was so drunk that she didn't even realize she was driving on the wrong side of the road. A car honked at her, but she just flipped it off, too drunk to care.
Her car swerved all over the road, barely missing other cars and pedestrians. Veronica was laughing maniacally, enjoying the thrill of almost crashing. She felt invincible, like she could do anything.
"Come on, baby, show me what you've got," she said, patting the dashboard.
Suddenly, she lost control of the car and it careened into a ditch. Veronica's head hit the steering wheel, but she was too drunk to feel any pain. She tried to start the car again, but it wouldn't budge.
"Fuck," she muttered, then stumbled out of the car. She was so drunk that she could barely stand up. She leaned against the car for support, but then lost her balance and fell to the ground.
Veronica tried to get up, but her legs wouldn't cooperate. She crawled to the side of the road, her dress hiking up to reveal her lacy underwear. A group of people walked by, laughing at Veronica's pathetic state. She tried to flip them off, but her arm was too weak.
With a Herculean effort, she managed to stand up and stumble to her car. She got in and started the engine, then drove off, still swerving all over the road. She felt like she was in a video game, dodging obstacles and weaving in and out of traffic.
Somehow, she managed to make it home. She stumbled out of the car and fell to the ground, then crawled to the front door. Veronica managed to unlock the door and stumble inside, collapsing on the floor. Her vomit pooled around her, but she was too drunk to care.
As she passed out, she couldn't help but think that this was the most fun she'd had in a long time.
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