The stairs, Friday night, late
Nadia made it up a couple flights before she just sort of flopped down to the ground.
She was very drunk.
It was the tequila that did it. The evil, evil tequila. And she never would have gone for the tequila if she hadn't sung.
She giggled softly to herself. That GOB. What a comedian. A master satirist. The puppet, and the deadpan. . . . And the zombies. . . .
She sighed happily to herself, and passed out on the landing.
She was very drunk.
It was the tequila that did it. The evil, evil tequila. And she never would have gone for the tequila if she hadn't sung.
She giggled softly to herself. That GOB. What a comedian. A master satirist. The puppet, and the deadpan. . . . And the zombies. . . .
She sighed happily to herself, and passed out on the landing.