Chapter 8

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       Alright, this is my chance to prove myself. 

        "I'll join the competition." I offered, nodding to the bar tender to hand me a shot as well. Mr. Anderson looked over at me with shock.

        "Are you sure? I thought you said you were a light-weight?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes. I looked away. He chuckled, shrugging. "The more the merrier."

        We all picked up the first shot besides Mr. Anderson, who raised a shot of pepsi. He's always been a strange one. But, there's nothing wrong with that.

       I was first to take the shot, feeling the whiskey burn down my throat. I slammed the shot glass onto the counter. Next one done was Officer Goldak. Then the other two. Okay, that wasn't so bad. I looked over at Goldak, immediatly regretting it when I saw he missed a drop of whiskey and it was now clinging to his lips.

       Second shot. It went down smoother than the first, and my mind was starting to become a bit foggy. Nothing too serious. 

        Third shot. Is it just me, or is Officer Goldak look really handsome tonight? I felt a drunken blush settle on my face, as the bartender passed us more shots.

          Okay, fourth shot. It burned a bit more than the first. Did the bartender switch up the whiskey? OH, shit. I had forgotten how much of a light-weight I am. One more, and I'll be done.

         Fifth shot. Or, I think it was. All I can think of now, is Goldak's lips. They looks so soft! It makes me wonder how many people he's kissed. Damn. I think I need another shot.

          How many shots was that? Oh, well. My mind feels so fuzzy. Like there's a cloud in my head, and my brain is floating on it.

          I went to stand, but I misjudged the distance from the tall stool to the ground. I fell forward into Ryan. He smells nice. I noticed it in the car too. I wonder if he on cologne. 

          Is it normal for the sides of your vision to turn black? Never mind, it's fading. Is it? I can't tell. 

          "Drink this." Ryan orders, handing me a glass of clear liquid. What is this? More alcohol?

        "No." I frowned, pushing it away. Ryan sighed, looking at Mr. Anderson.

       He's so handsome.....

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