A Night With Party Chick | Part 1 (Patreon)

You felt a little out of place at the college party, largely because you were out of college. Still, your continued proximity to campus and acquaintance with those yet to graduate allowed you a license to attend, and you still fit the superficial profile of a college attendee.

You had heard of Party Chick and even seen her around at several parties throughout your college career, but you had never really felt an affinity towards that style of person... she was too rowdy, too unhinged, too much of an alcoholic hurricane. Her aura was easily recognized and avoided, at least until she barged into your friend group during the party.

It's not like she was unattractive, and the novelty of finally meeting the legend in the flesh kept you going for a little bit, but her energy was exhausting, and you couldn't keep up with the shots, the beer pong, the peer pressure to do dumb stunts. Before you fell too deeply into her gravity well of boisterousness, you stumbled home.

And so your weekend began with a hangover, which you had every intent of nursing responsibly, until you heard a commotion at your front gate. A jostling of the latch, and then the telltale sound of smashing glass preceded an overeager pounding at your door. You wracked your brain for any memory of giving her your address and came up empty.

Your anger at her vandalism started out strong, before it fizzled out as you notice her tits spilling out the slip of fabric masquerading as a shirt. Your demand that she pay for the damage was only briefly acknowledged before she suggested that the two of you pick up where you left off last night. She seemed to have trouble taking no for an answer, at least when it came to drinking. Whatever... she's hot and she's here, right? One drink and then you can get rid of her...