It's not the first time Roxy dreamt about getting fucked up, and considering recent events, it won't be the last. she felt guilty the first few times, but she rationalized sleep boozin is still better than awake drinking. A little suspect of a subconscious that puts here here though.

"But it's a party," she murmurs, eyes half open but smile twice as wide. "When do parties only have two people?" Little mock gasp, "Wait! Which two peoples?" The way she says it, it's more like a riddle than a question, and it's funny enough to elicit a bit of the giggles from the teenage girl all liquored up on this bed.