(This was originally a 137 word story. I tried to take it down to 50 words, but it seemed difficult. I wanted to leave the details in, so I took it down so that it could be 100 words, exactly)
I looked at her, and then I looked at the bottle of rum. A celebrity had his face on it. I didn’t even know he had his own brand. I planned on having her take a photo with it when the night is wild. 10 minutes later, she took all her clothes off, laid on the bed, put the bottle of rum between her huge breast, and she spread her legs, wide. I ducked and dodged people as I ran to place myself above her to take the photo. She read my mind, it seemed. She was gorgeous and free.