A group of drunks with a red haired woman in lingerie in a messy dorm room

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It was a typical Friday night for Sarah, or at least that's what she would have called it if she had any idea what was happening. She stumbled around the cramped dorm room, her bright red hair tangled and disheveled from what seemed like an endless night of drinking. The soft glow of the beer pong table lights reflected off her tanned skin, highlighting her tiny frame as she staggered between the group of guys gathered around her.

She clutched a nearly empty bottle of cheap vodka, laughing unsteadily as one of the guys playfully tried to steal it from her grasp. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, her eyelids drooping from exhaustion but still sparkling with mirth. She was 23 years old and looked younger than ever in this state.

Sarah's outfit only added to her carefree demeanor - a faded black bra peeking out from beneath the hem of her blue skirt, paired with a pair of bright red lingerie for good measure. Her slender frame seemed almost fragile as she wobbled between her admirers, who all eyed her adoringly despite their own states of intoxication.

The other guys in the room were just as sauced - one was slumped against the wall, his eyes closed as he cradled a bottle of whiskey like it was a precious treasure; another was attempting to sing along to some song on his phone but sounded more like a wounded animal; and then there was Timmy, who had somehow managed to fall asleep in a heap on the couch without even removing his shoes.

Sarah stumbled her way over to Timmy, giggling as she tried to shake him awake. "Hey, wake up! We're still partying!" Her voice slurred but was otherwise surprisingly clear for someone as drunk as she clearly was.

The guys all cheered and clapped, urging Timmy to get up and join the fun again. But he just groaned and flopped his arm over his face, unwilling to give in yet.

Sarah shrugged and wandered back over to the group, her eyes drifting off into space as she stumbled towards the empty liquor bottles scattered around the room. She plopped down beside one of them, using it as a makeshift pillow as she let out a contented sigh.

The guys all looked at each other and nodded in agreement - it was clearly time for someone to get this wild girl home safe. But first... well, maybe just one more drink wouldn't hurt, right? The night was young yet, after all!