What was the perfect set? For the four whoresmen...it's always been one thing, and one thing only—mythical…drunk…sluts…
In a 4v4 at the bar between the Fracking Crew and the four beauties, Ben's eyes glowed as he stared at the status screen of his target.
[Target's current attraction level: attracted(+2 slut bonus)(+2 drunk bonus)]
[Target's current comfort level: invalid(drunk status)]
Swallowing, he couldn't help but grin, as a tune started up in his head…
'I like…drunk…sluts and I can not lie!
You other brothers can't deny!
That when a girl walks in and is slurrin' in your face
You try to take her to your place
Plus I'm hung! Gonna do her rough
'Cause I noticed she won't shut up
Like alcohol she's smellin'
I'm desperate and can't bother carin'
Oh baby, I want to get wit'cha
Cause you had a pitcher
My homeboys tried to warn me
Don't let her drink more (or you'll need an attorney!)
