Luckily, (or so you seem to think) the bottom of the bottle stayed intact with a few millimeters of champagne left in the bottom. Naturally, (or as naturally as can be expected from a person who's drunk, soaked and bleeding from the head) you saunter up to the red headed woman once more.
"Drink?" You manage a queasy smile, while holding the broken bottle. Fairly disgusted, she scoffs and walks off, leaving you feeling far worse than you imagined. To make matters worse, your highschool sweetheart, in all her lovliness, is watching you from across the room. "Wonderful," you think.
With no money for a cab (you having spent it all on that damn champagne), you wander outside and plunk yourself down onto the curb.
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