Behind The Screen 🔞 (Completed)

Day • 8 (P.2)

Last time I checked my phone it was 9pm, I've been downed at least 25 shots and 3 large vodka & cokes. I can handle my drink but my head is getting really heavy. I know for a fact that I have to head home soon, but I stupidly keep on looking at the texts and keep asking for another round.

I've noticed the barman raise his eyebrow multiply times, even a waitress has asked if I'm okay because I'm drinking so much. Someone even asked if I'm fucking married because I was drinking that much.

I kept denying any accusation that got thrown my way. I just waved them all away and they eventually did leave me alone.

"Excuse me sir, do you want me to call you a cab?" I scrunch my eyes at the waiter and shake my head.

"Nah, I ain't finished here. Cheers man" he just lighted nodded and went on with his job. I threw my hand in the air, gesturing for another, which the waiter seem reluctant to serve at first, but did so anyway.

After that last drink, I checked my phone. It was 2:18am. How the fuck? I take out 2 £20's. And got up from the seat at the bar. I called up a cab, my words slurred as fuck. But 10 minutes later the cab arrived and I told the female driver my address and went on our way to mines.