Emily Ratajkowski rolled down the window of her luxury mercedes while i was waiting for the green lights, standing on the curb. She smiled at me and offered me a ride home, i accepted. Upon entering the car, i noticed she was barenaked and a little tipsy. She was holding a bottle of this Craigellachie 51 and pointed it towards me. I dared ask for a Glencairn, but she only had a crystal tumbler. No matter how infuriated that made me, i endeavoured not to let it appear on my face and readily accepted this dram. As i was about to bring the glass to my lips, she opened her legs and i was sucked into a vortex. The next thing i remember is hearing my alarm clock and saying to myself it was the last time i get drunk on Ledaig 10...