The chick was totally hammered, and it wasn't even midnight. She sat up on the bar, 6 inch stilettos beside her. She wore a loose-fitting white shirt with neon stripes, the straps sliding down her shoulder, and black jeans with rips all up the legs. Her skin was tan, and glowed in the lights. Her curly chestnut bounced as she laughed at a joke barely heard over the dJs music. She leaned forward towards a guy who was beckoning for her to come closer, and he smiled, kissing her jaw. She smiled, batting her lashes, eye shadow glittering, and sat back up, wagging a finger at the bartender. He smiled, and gave her a pint, running his hand down her arm before continuing to serve drinks. She had the guys falling all over her. They surrounded her, hands resting on her legs, flirting, sizing each other up. Girls glared. The music blared, and she raised the glass, beer sloshing onto the bar top. She took a gulp, then placed it back on the bar, spilling more, totally wasted.