Penny Weaver is the 2nd youngest of 8 children, and this is the story all about how her life changed for the worse at the snap of her father's diamond ring studded finger.
When Penny is transferred out of her art school by order of her multi-milli...
Okay. Maybe getting hammered, and I mean 'hold onto the grass so you don't fall off the Earth' hammered, with the guy across the bar who bought me a drink wasn't on my itinerary, but it sure as hell was fun.
I learned his name was Parker Lassiter and like Jay and I, he too was illegally participating in club activities. The 19 year olds were rolling in tonight, I presume. Jay, Parker, Parker's friend Alexander, and I all sat in a booth laughing our asses off and I have to admit, it was the most fun I've had in a while.
"I don't believe y-you can do it." I said, accidentally stumbling over my words.
Parker laughed as he pulled up the sleeve of his black long sleeve shirt. "Watch me," He smiled. He pulled his elbow up to his face and, gosh oh mighty he did it. He licked his elbow.
As much as I wanted to be impressed, my drunk brain couldn't help but think it was funny, thus causing my sudden outburst of laughter.
"Oh, come on! Not everyone can do that!" He argued while chuckling to himself. Once our fit of laughter dwindled, I took another shot glasses from off the table.
"Woah, you oughta slow down." Parker warned.
"I'm fine—" I laughed while raising the glass up to my lips.
"No," Jaylen chuckled "You're not."
"You're one to talk, Ms. I'll Have Another Vodka Rockstar!"
With one fell swoop she snatched the glass out of my hand and slammed it back on the table. She isn't as hammered as I am, but she sure is drunk.
"What was that, your 16th shot?" Alexander hiccups from across the table.
"18th actually," I grinned.
"Oh, shit. P-" Jaylen gasped from the other side of the table as she glanced at her phone. "It's 2 in the morning. Your brothers and sister are going to kill us!"
My eyes went wide. I didn't realize how much time had gone by! We left at 7! Had we really been here for 7 hours? Thomas was going to murder me.
I scooted out of the booth, almost falling on the ground more than once.
"Jay- we have to go." I slurred.
Once I was able to finally get out of the booth, I stumbled on my feet. I never got drunk often, so I'm sure if I was considered a light weight or not. Either way, I was drunk to the point that I'd fail a sobriety test. Walk in a straight line? Hell no. Say the ABC's backwards? Not a chance.
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