Burgundy haired woman in purple lingerie between multiple men in an alleyway

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It was twilight in the alleyway, the air thick with the smell of discarded liquor and stale cigarette smoke. A group of friends had gathered here for a night out, and it seemed like they'd all decided to get more than a little drunk.

At the center of the group was Jamie, an 18-year-old woman with short burgundy hair that looked like it could use some extra care tonight. She was petite, but her perky breasts and pert butt made her look like she belonged in a men's magazine.

Jamie was wearing silk purple lingerie peeking out from underneath her bright orange micro shorts - a daring choice for such a chill gathering. Her tanned skin glistened with the remnants of what had probably been a generous application of oil earlier that night, and it only added to her intoxicating aura.

The thing is, Jamie looked like she was on her last legs tonight. Her sleepy eyes drooped as she giggled uncontrollably at something one of her friends was saying. She swayed unsteadily in place, her hand grasping the shoulder of a burly guy beside her for support.

That guy and his three friends - all wearing jeans and plain white T-shirts - were more or less Jamie's entourage tonight. They were all laughing and joking along with her, but it was clear that they'd been drinking even longer than she had.

Empty liquor bottles littered the alleyway around them, casting a faint glow in the fading light of day. The only thing missing from this scene was a fire pit and some s'mores to complete the ambiance.

Jamie stumbled forward, nearly falling over as her friends caught her by the shoulders. They helped her up and kept laughing - it seemed like they all knew that tonight wasn't exactly going according to plan.

As the group teetered around in the twilight gloom, it was hard not to wonder what kind of night this had been so far. And judging from Jamie's glassy eyes and stumbling gait, it was safe to say that it'd been an eventful one.

Still, in a weird way, there was something endearing about seeing these friends laughing together like they were the only ones left in the world. They may have all gotten too drunk tonight, but at least they had each other - and maybe a few of those empty liquor bottles to remember it by later on.

The scene faded into a blur as Jamie's head swayed forward once more, her eyes rolling back in her skull like she was about to pass out right there in the alleyway. Her friends caught her one last time before she hit the ground, laughing and whooping along with her until their own legs gave out beneath them.

As they all collapsed around each other, it became clear that tonight was going down as a night to remember - if only for how much booze everyone had managed to consume in such a short amount of time.