Jack and Greg walked out of the bar. Greg, being the older one and more responsible, hee didnt drink at all. He knew that he had to be the one driving them home, and he didnt want to risk it. Jack on the other hand, was the reason the had to leave the bar early. He had jumped on the stage and started danceing in front of the dj. Jack was barley old enough to dring, let alone strip.
Jack had his arm around Gregs shoulder to help himself stand up.
"Why do we have to leave?! I was having so much fun." Greg said with a weary, drunk voice.
"You pushed the DJ off of the stage! It might have been funny for you but people actualy got hurt." Greg said opening the door for his drunk friend.
"Whatever, they will live." Jack said putting his feet up on the dashboard.
Greg got in the drivers seat and started the car. As he was pulling out of the drive way, Jack said "Hey, Greg, can I drive?" Greg laughed. "No."
Jack shook Greg's arm. "Please! Please?!" He begged.
Greg jerked his arm away, "No!" He said in an anoyed tone.
"Why not?!" Jack asked with a pouty face.
"Because you will crash the car! You're drunk!" Greg said turning a corner.
"I AINT DRUNK, GREG!", Jack shouted in between hic-ups.
Greg rolled his eyes, "Thats what drunk people say."
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Kısa Hikayei guess since we have one of these for poems, we should have one for actual stories too.
