Author: glistenen





I was in Europe, and I was best friends with Elizabeth Hurley, so I was hanging out at her house.

Her house wasn't very big or nice at all, considering her social status, I supposed it was her undercover house.

We were just hanging out in her tiny living room talking, and she offered me a drink from her bottle of bourbon.

She had it leftover from the Christmas celebration.

It was a really old bottle, from 1780 something, so it was REALLY good. A three-hundred-year-old bottle of drinky-drinky.

At least, in the dream, I liked it.

And I got drunk in my dream on this expensive bourbon.

Drunken dreams are the best.

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