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Local woman Chelsea Pollard isnt known for making good decisions at the best of times, but when she’s on the piss, she’s an absolute terror.
Despite giving herself a warning ahead before she entered the venue, Chelsea’s promises to take it easy at her work’s annual Christmas party were soon thrown out the window as soon she spied the tray of bubbly heading her way.
With the bar tab cutoff ever present in her mind, Chelsea had theorised that not taking advantage of the free drinks was a waste of resources and that she deserved to wrack up the bill after all the hard work she’d put in this year. And besides, it’s nearly Christmas, so fuck it.
As each sip she took further reduced her inhibitions, Chelsea soon started chatting with a bloke from the floor up, who was equally as boozed as she was – setting tongues wagging when they were later seen exiting the building together, arms linked and giggling profusely.
However this alcohol induced lapse in judgement has unfortunately resulted in Chelsea waking up with a sore head, and a feeling of utter despair.
Rolling over to face her temporary partner in crime, Chelsea had hoped to god that she wouldn’t cop it at work, knowing it was likely inevitable.
“How’d you sleep?” asks the bloke, nestling further into the blankets.
“Um…yeah good, what a crazy night hey haha.”
Continuing with some more small talk, Chelsea gets out of bed and starts dressing herself, while pointedly looking at the figure gazing at her adoringly.
“Have you got anything on today?” asks Chelsea.
“Nope, not a thing,” he responded.
“That’s nice, I’m going to see a friend, having caught up in a while.”
“Hmhmmm…do you have anything to eat?”
It’s later alleged the bloke stuck around until 1pm, which is when Chelsea faked an urgent phone call that needed her immediate assistance.
More to come.
