Drunkenly, missy tripped on a raised tree root and fell flat on her face, scraping her palms as she went, wincing a bit, but she laughed at herself, amused at her clumsiness. Rolling onto her back was about all she could do. "My freakin luck," she giggled softly, and smiled when she looked up and saw John and Adam approaching and standing over her, both of them far less drunk than she was.<br/><br/>Her vision swam and she swayed a bit, unable to get up from where she was now laying, babbling random things to them. The everclear had hit her hard now, and given the amount of alcohol she had consumed prior, she was going to be in a world of hurt if she made it through the night.<br/><br/>She barely felt their hands over her body, pushing her skirt up, tugging down her top. Her feeble attempts at stopping them were so pathetic given her state that they didn't even have to hold her down. "I don't think we should do this you know my brother is awful possessive oh did you know he's getting his blackbelt this weekend" her words ran together without any slowing, her eyes shutting a bit to keep the world from spinning so much, "i'm so proud of him i could just-OH!" she cried out for a moment, but even her shock couldn't sober her enough to fight them off, "no no no" she started repeating, shaking her head.