CANDERSON CRACK-FIC.
Cara raised the twenty-fourth bottle of vodka to her lips and glugged it down. Did she care any more if the alcohol sent her blind? No. Despite being completely and utterly drunk, Cara couldn’t wipe the memory of her brain from last night. She shuddered at the thought of the offence she had committed. I mean, she had fucked Drunk Snail, and what could be worse than that? Answer: a lot. There were many shags that Cara considered ‘worse case scenarios’, but this particular ‘worse case scenario’ was more like a ‘worser than worse case scenario’.
This ‘worser than worse case scenario’ came in the form of one man who’s IQ lowered that of the whole street. Yes, you guessed it. Anderson.It all began the day before, when Cara, rather predictably as the PA’s resident drunk, was drinking. ‘Just one more,’ she thought to herself for the seventh time that night.
Anderson, having just been denied a shag from Donovan, (even that bitch couldn’t stand the sight of him) had sidled up to the drunkest person in the room. Which just so happened to be – Cara.
‘I WANT A SHAG!’ He yelled, sitting behind her.
By now, Cara was too drunk to even notice who it was yelling. ‘OKAY!’ she screamed back, jumping on Anderson.
AND THEN THEY FUCKED.
Cara woke up the next day, and looked over to who was lying beside her.
‘OH HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-!’
The End.
(Source: yourfriendlyneighbourhoodnerd)