Sofia Rhys.
“Bottoms up!”
On cue, we all raised our shots and drowned them down. The bitter, burning taste flowing down my throat like molten lava. I could feel it surging through my veins, boosting the adrenalin over the roof. If I knew what is good for me, I would stop then. Or perhaps, if I just decided to do what’s good for me I would stop. Too bad I don’t.
Dropping the empty cup down, I gestured for the bartender to fill it up again. He flashed me a worried glance, his grey eyes shifting to the cup that held the last two liquor shots I had drowned without a single care, before lifting it to rest on my slightly intoxicated self.
I would’ve appreciated his concern on a normal basis, and his looks as well. He’s cute. With short black hair carefully styled in a way that fell on his
