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Joan snuck into her parents' room, purloined key in her sweaty hand. If she got caught...dooooom. She didn't particularly care about that at the moment, though, and she set her jaw determinedly as she unlocked her father's liquor cabinet. Snagging a likely looking bottle, rum if what it said on the label was any indication, she snuck back out of the room. She grabbed up a bottle of coke and a glass on her way through the kitchen, and headed out the door. It wouldn't do to be caught with it in her room, after all.
Twenty minutes later, she was passed out under a very large bush, the glass forgotten, the soda tipped over, and the rum clutched to her chest as ants investigated the tear tracks on her face.
Twenty minutes later, she was passed out under a very large bush, the glass forgotten, the soda tipped over, and the rum clutched to her chest as ants investigated the tear tracks on her face.