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In the moonlit silence of a forgotten cemetery, two stone angels stood watch among the graves. The remains of a rebellious teenage party strewn about—half-empty beer bottles and hastily discarded cigarettes littered the area. As dusk turned into night, the angels' stoic expressions cracked into mischievous grins.

The taller of the two landed in the middle of the mess. "Well, well," she said, glancing around, "looks like we have a bounty of new treasures tonight."

The other angel, more curious, picked up a beer can and gave it a sniff, tipping it toward her lips. The first sip made her gag, but something about the strange, bitter taste intrigued her.

"Ugh, disgusting!" she coughed, before taking another, longer drink.

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“Give me that!” The tall one snatched the beer can and downed the rest in one go. She came up coughing and sputtering, a look of vile disgust twisting her features. “Atrocious!” she declared, before picking up another can and chugging that one as well.

The other angel examined a cigarette butt. “What do you suppose this is?”

“Obviously tis for consumption!” declared the taller angel, who by now finished off four half-empty cans of beer. She tottered on the last one, giggling.

The other angel shrugged and popped the butt into her mouth, struggling to chew. “Tis also awful. Humans do love self-torture.”

“Indeed! A wonderful affliction!” shouted the taller angel, spinning up high from a tomb’s column, laughing in merriment.

The other angel grabbed a handful of discarded cigarette butts and a wine bottle. She joined her sister by the column, laughing as she pelted her with the butts, taking a sip as a reward for each hit.

They laughed in glee, waiting for dawn to come.