Ever the social butterfly, Serena was flittering around the party. She turned around quickly, unexpectedly bumping full force into somebody and spilling the deep red liquid of her Dirty Shirley all down the front of their shirt. “Ah, fuck! You’ve been shot!” She shouted, gasping as she spotted the red plume of syrup sticky liquid. “I’m so sorry. How can I make it up to you? A blowjob? My first born child? Cigarette? A drink?”














