A group of intoxicated individuals including a 21 year old redhead in a suburban backyard

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It was a hot summer day in suburbia, and the sun beat down on the small backyard of a cozy little house. The air was thick with the smell of stale beer and sweat as several friends gathered for an impromptu party.

Among them was Lily, a 21-year-old beauty with fiery ginger hair cut short in a pixie style. She looked like she'd just rolled out of bed, her bright blue eyes half-lidded from exhaustion. Her skin had taken on a rosy glow from too much drinking, and her tiny breasts heaved under the strain of her red tank top.

Lily was surrounded by a crew of rowdy guys, all of them clad in jeans and T-shirts. They were a rough-looking bunch, but Lily seemed to be holding her own among them. She slouched on the grass beside Jake, a burly guy with a thick beard, who was laughing loudly into his phone.

To one side of Lily sat Tyler, a lanky blonde-haired kid with a mischievous grin plastered across his face. Next to him lounged Chris, a hulking giant with arms as big as tree trunks. The three men were all wearing matching black T-shirts, and they looked like the epitome of camaraderie.

Lily's gaze wandered between her male companions, her eyes heavy-lidded from too much drinking. She had been at this party for hours now, and it was starting to catch up with her. Her legs felt like jelly beneath her, and she could swear she'd already passed out once or twice.

As she looked around the yard, Lily spotted a half-empty bottle of wine on the ground nearby. Without thinking, she reached out and grabbed it, taking a swig directly from the neck. The liquid was warm and bitter-tasting, but it didn't seem to faze her much. In fact, it only seemed to make things worse.

The guys around her laughed and jeered as Lily stumbled through the yard, her legs weaving in every direction. She stumbled over a beer can, almost falling onto her face before Jake rushed forward to catch her. Together they collapsed back onto the grass, laughing hysterically like the whole thing was some sort of silly joke.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the yard, Lily's friends dragged her up off the ground one last time. She leaned against a tree trunk for support, her legs trembling with exhaustion. Her eyes were half-closed once more, and she looked like she might just drift off to sleep right there on the spot.

"You okay, Lil?" Tyler asked, his voice slurred from all the drinks he'd had that day.

Lily nodded weakly, but it was clear she wasn't. In fact, she seemed on the verge of passing out at any moment. Her friends looked on with a mixture of concern and amusement as they helped her into a nearby chair.

"Better get her some water or something," Chris said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.

But Lily just giggled weakly, her eyes fluttering closed once more. It was clear she wasn't going to last much longer in this state...