"Okay, I'm done with shots," I tell him. Another thing I learned: you shouldn't take several shots in succession but since I'm already breaking so many rules (and laws), what will it hurt? Just my liver.
"Alright, I'll make us a mixed drink for the road." He reaches for two regular sized cups and I feel my internal organs crying out for me to stop.
"Can it be a different drink?" He nods as he puts it back in its place. He picks up another bottle of the clear poison and begins pouring it. It reaches a little below the halfway point and I cut in. "That's enough for me."
"Now for the sweet stuff." He lifts the jug of Hawaiian punch and pours it into our drinks. I lift it and hope it masks the taste of the alcohol but alas, it does not. Instead, the drink just tastes like it's vaguely sweet
