Ashley

Ashley walks through the tents on wobbly feet, her drunken state evident as she occasionally stops to get a footing while the world around her spins in a haze. She spots a suitable tent and walking up to it she slowly unzips the entrance, swaying slightly as she clings to the zipper as a lifeline.

Stepping inside, her mind only registers the person laying there when she closes the tent back up and turns to lay down. "Oh... uh... can I just... lay here for a bit?" she asks, the words barely coming out. Without waiting for an answer she pulls her shorts off and throwing it to the side, she practically collapses onto the mattress.

"What the fuck was I thinking?" she mumbles as she shifts closer, "Nothing changed... that cocksucker can go to hell" she slurs. Drunk and upset, she clings to the stranger next to her, her tears start to stain their shirt as she sobs.