Vi wasn't adoring the situation and she knew she couldn't just sit around all day without 4G or social media! She would certainly perish! The last sip of her peach c0cktail burned as it went down her throat. It was her second glass but Utah alcohol didn't phase her. Mormons, pfft. She wondered how many strings the church pulled to keep the low alcohol content.
"Oh, Ronaldo..." Vi called from her comfy spot on the couches. She held up her c0cktail glass high up so the butler could see she was in need of a refill. Vi kicked out her feet and relaxed in her spot. "By the by, could you do me a huuuuuuuge favor and find out when the VIP's can leave? Certainly they wouldn't keep me waiting, would they Ronaldo?" She eyed the butler with a tender look.
(C0cktail gets censored? Holy sh it that's ridiculous.)
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