"One more?" Allison asked, smiling. The southern girl had an accent which
made her sound a bit like a hillbilly.
"Sure," Hope replied, grinning broadly. Hope was a native Californian,
dirty blonde hair sun bleached at the tips, tall and curvy. Perfectly
proportioned, Hope was taller than most women and due to her size, it was
taking her more than a few shots of vodka to feel tipsy.
Allison poured the pair of glasses full. Her red hair tied back into a neat
bun, she lifted one pale, creamy hand to her friend and then grabbed her
own shot glass. Shorter than her friend by almost half a foot, Allison had
determined she needed to get Hope drunk to have a real conversation with
her about what happened that morning. Curvy, Allison had very full breasts, a trim waist and the kind of hips that made head's turn on campus. With her bright red hair, Allison also attracted a lot more attention due to her uniqueness.