"This isn't going to end well," I grumble as Rachel parks her car in front the bar. It's called Luigi and I can see a fair amount of teens going in and coming out but I would bet all my allowance that they're dead drunk.
Rachel catches me watching a drunk couple stumble out of the bar and battle between walking as sensibly as they can or sucking their tongues down the other's. They choose the latter.
"I won't let you get drunk Ravi. Neither will I, I'm the one driving right?" For the first time today Rachel looks serious, like, really serious and so I nod, truly believing her.
Of course it doesn't last long as she swings her door open and jumps out. What was the expression that just crossed her face? Fear? Regret? Or am I just imagining things.
A tall blonde haired dude comes
