For Every Notch In Your Bedpost
I Got 99 Problems
I got up and walked along the counter, carefully examining every bottle. I settled on the 99 Bananas, a schnapps I was familiar with. 99 proof alcohol. A few shots would get you beyond drunk, regardless of your tolerance level.
I unscrewed the bottle, and Oli offered me a shot glass to measure it out. "It's not necessary," I told him, drinking straight from the bottle. One gulp. Then another. And another. And another. Some would say that's dangerous business, but I have a high tolerance. I would be pleasantly out of it, but not to the point of vomiting.
"Going a bit quickly, aren't we?" Oli asked me.
"Keep in mind the fact that I have to meet up with the other two at some point tonight."
"Very true."
"You ready?" he asked.
"Are you?"
"Me? Oh, I always am."
I unscrewed the bottle, and Oli offered me a shot glass to measure it out. "It's not necessary," I told him, drinking straight from the bottle. One gulp. Then another. And another. And another. Some would say that's dangerous business, but I have a high tolerance. I would be pleasantly out of it, but not to the point of vomiting.
"Going a bit quickly, aren't we?" Oli asked me.
"Keep in mind the fact that I have to meet up with the other two at some point tonight."
"Very true."
"You ready?" he asked.
"Are you?"
"Me? Oh, I always am."
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It's short, and I am all to aware of that. I would have gotten more into it, but I'd figure I'd save the details for next chapter.