Chicken Wings anyone? (Emily)

[destinymendoza]

Destiny through another meatless chicken wing into the large pile of exactly twenty-five spicy chicken wings with the meat stripped from the bone! Destiny was an eating machine at this point only fifteen more wings to go! She had to finish exactly forty wings without throwing up, passing out, or stopping. But that was fine with Destiny she hasn’t eaten anything all day and boy was she hungry.

Destiny looks like most Mexicans. She has soft toned skin, long, wavy, soft as silk, black hair, and deep dark brown eyes. Her face is really pretty with her hair and eyes. Her body is really fit and really curvy, basically meaning she has really nice sized boobs and a good sized ass. But her body still has a bit of baby fat here and there, because her pregnancy ended.

She was dressed a bit different today. She had a dirty, baggy, white tee and a bit baggy blue jeans on. But she still had her red Jordan on with black laces. Destiny was the only the second person in the contest with a big fat guy named Joe who wasn’t anywhere near to where Destiny was.

Destiny had only one chicken wing left, and she finished it off within seconds! And she was now the winner! The judge came over and raised up Destiny’s arm!

“Woot!” destiny hollered. The crowd cheered and laughed that Destiny, a Mexican girl had won an eating contest. Destiny couldn’t believe it herself; she had won her first eating contest! She was completely in love with the food, she wanted a bit more. It wasn’t Destiny’s fault she could eat so much, it was her metabolism to blame, and it was just so fast.

Destiny walked off of the stage and then she felt a gurgle in her belly, making her let out ha huge, smelly belch. As she walked away from the stage (After collecting her prizes) she went to the bar and sat down, ordering herself a beer.

[becca]

PUMPIN UP THE VOLUME

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Becca really shouldn't have come to the club while there was such a ridiculous contest was happening. She probably shouldn't have even come alone. There was too many stupid people in one place. Becca was annoyed. Her mood wasn't going to improve as long as she was there, but she did want to finish her drink. Also, her curiousity sprung up when she saw a woman in there. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a lot of curves. Fucking latino. Becca shook her head in amazment as she watched the chicken wings being scarved down. She wondered if any supernatural powers could help her in this advantage. The only thing Becca could come up with was some sort of animal that was known to eat a lot. Perhaps a cow with four stomachs. Still, this girl was far too pretty to be considered a cow. She watched with wide eyes as the fat man couldn't even dream to keep up with such fast skill.

Becca flipped her bright pink hair out of her face so she could see properly. There was some cheers and some groans, but the winner looked like she was having a spetacular time. Becca felt like she was in the middle of a bunch of rednecks. With that, she tilted her head back and pratically chugged the drink into her hand. She didn't get drunk very often. Now she was planning on it for the lack of company she was having. Last time she could remembering having to call one of her band members to take her back to the apartment, but she could probably walk this time. Not to mention there was three O'Dair boys she could be calling as well. Gah, she knew too many guys. She lived with them and were best friends with them. Molly had been one of her only girlfriends, which was a sad fact. She wished that she could have joined her, but Molly was currently doing a gig somewhere. Becca surely understood that.

Suddenly, out of her tipsy state, she glanced over her shoulder to see that the winner of a contest went over to get herself a beer of victory. Becca really wasn't the one to sit tight. She was very social and loved to be social in her own hyper way. Since she wasn't quite being herself either, she had a gargled look on her face as her brown eyes locked in, trying to focus on one object, "Hey you. That was... really amazing and shit. H-h-how could you eat that fast? I can stuff a bunch of crap into my mouth but I don't eat it." Her words were slurred and her eyes tended to drift a little bit, trying to plant focused on her. The room was starting to get a little dizzy, which Becca could undestand. This had been her fourth shot of vodka, and she was cursed heavily with the light weight. Light weight had nothing to do with pounds you weight. It was more of how quickly you became drunk. After her swish of vodka, she took the green monstor beside her and used it as her chaser. Straight up vodka was nasty without anything. The only issue the engery drink solved was the one of tasting. "Did you know its only like... six o clock?" She emphasized 'o clock' and looked around for some sort of clock to see if her random guess was right. It was early, but that's how Becca rolled.

CRUISIN THROUGH THE WESTSIDE

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