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A giggle erupted from painted blood red lips as long legs stumbled along the sidewalk, often missing the confines of the path. The young woman with the bouncing orange waves giggled once more the sound piercing the silence of the dark and otherwise quiet streets as she brought a half-full tequila bottle leftover from the wild night to her lips. The party had left no overnight lovers and with it avoiding the awkward next morning that came with it or, as Emily most commonly did if she wasn't too hungover, an early morning departure, leaving her one night stand short of money or a valuable item. Eventually she came to her small dodgy apartment in the 'slums' of Ann Arbour. She placed the tequila bottle next to the door, failing to do so upright she did so side on, small bits of tequlia leaking from the bottle until there was not enough of the liquor to reach the bottle's brim. She fumbled in her pocket pulling out it'a contents, some cash, her fake ID (it had been a house party but you never know where you might end up) and the key to the house. After a few lousy attempts between chuckles at her failures she was able to unlock the door. She placed her items into her pocket before swiping up her beloved tequila before swinging open the door and yelling [color=darkturquoise]"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'M HOOOOOOOOOOOOME,"[/color] into the person-less wreck that was her home. Her words slurred as she stumbled into the house, closing the door behind her.

Upon her entrance Fido, her excitable Pitbull Terrier who was more than used to his owner's late night stumblings into the house, awoke from his light sleep and in minutes was racing to meet her. [color=darkturquoise]"Shush you silly dog!"[/color] Emily giggles, bending over to pet the dog before taking another swig of tequila.  After doing so Emily makes her way to her bed, Fido a her heels, and, after placing her tequila on the floor, slips into the covers. Only moments late she falls asleep.

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A gentle cold breeze and the scent of various types of liquor were the first to engage Emily's senses. Why were her dreams so strong? So distinct? Probably all the boozes. Emily's sight finally no longer failing her, or dream-Emily at least, led to the young adult's brown eyes scanning the area. Cups and empty bottles were strewn across the... what was she on? A platform of some sort? She walked close to the edge to soon release she was on the flat of a building, an apartment complex to be more precise. A gentle wind played with Emily's ginger hair as she stood toward the edge of the building, here arms folded in an attempt to keep out the cold.