High Voltage/Keep Drinking
From Create Your Own Story
I looked at Elianna as a slow smile expanded on my lips. "Fine, fill her up," I said handing my cup to her.
"Yay!" she said as she took my glass and topped it off with the pitcher and refilled her glass as well. "Now let's make this interesting. Every time they have to bleep something out, we take a drink."
I could see this going downhill quickly, but I already had enough to drink that my sensible thoughts weren't being communicated to my mouth. Instead, I said, "Yes!"
Thankfully, the show was only thirty minutes long, because if it was a sixty minute show, Elianna and I would likely have died. In either event, she was in the bathroom over the toilet, while I lay on my bed wishing the world would stop spinning.
Should I:
