I dare you.

Begone thot

"Its funny you don't remember my name, you were moaning it less then an hour ago''

You choked on your drink and put your glass down as you coughed. Your ice cubes fighting against each other in your translucent glass. You turned of your phone after you were done coughing and looked at the wall. You didn't know what to think. You reached for your glass and swung it of the counter and swallowed the rest of the content.

As you felt the vodka burn down your throat, you swung your chair around, away from the kitchen isle, and towards the open floor. You sat there for a second staring blankly at your feet, making you strangely aware that your socks didnt match, you had one black and one white. The sound of cars passing and people laughing came in from the open window by the fridge. Letting your feet smoothly glide of the chair you headed over to the fridge and brought your glass with you. The cool air caressed your bare arms as you opened the cold cabinet and took out the newly opened bottle of vodka. You grabbed it and looked it for a second, before walking back to the kitchen isle, then walking back to the fridge to grab some soda. As you started pouring vodka in to your glass, you poured yourself another shot. You lifted the small glass to your lips and threw your head back, and swallowed before the alcohol hit your tongue. The liquid burned all the way down your throat and the taste lingered as you poured yourself another one. Just as you were about to pour it in to your mouth another moan filled the silence and the light from your phone shone on the white marble surface. The sound was almost turned all the way down, but you could still hear it. You grabbed another shot glass and poured it, and took both almost at the same time, as you drank some coke from the bottle to even out the strong taste of alcohol. You were in absolutely no rush to open the text and get some smug statement shoved down your throat. You picked up the coke and filled up the remaining parts of the glass, lifting the rest of the ice cubes of the bottom of your glass. As the realization of the incredibly stupid thing you did rushes trough your head, you fill up another two shots and swallow them like there is no tomorrow. You turned away from the bottle of vodka and cringed at the taste, before taking your glass in one hand and the bottle of alcohol in the other, and you sat down at the counter again.

You didn't feel any different despite the fact that you had taken 7 shots of vodka in 2 minutes. You sat down on the bar stool and looked blankly out the window as you realized that you had forgotten to close the refrigerator door. A soft thud came as your legs hit the floor and you walked over to close the door to the cold cabinet, then back to your chair. You debated yourself whether to open the text or just ignore him and put on some music and suppress the fact that you had slept with him. You opened your phone and clicked on the lit up screen, and ''Friends'' by marshmello came out of the rocky phone speakers. -YESSSSSSSS. You hyped, as you sipped on your vodka and coke.  You glanced your phone lying face down on the counter. It was just lying there, with shady texts. You took another sip of your drink, not breaking eye contact with your rose gold iphone, filled with.. unread... texts. Having unread texts made you very uncomfortable. Before you knew what you were doing your glass was empty, and your hand quickly reached for your phone, as if you had to read it before you regained body control and common sense. Before you knew it you were on texts and the deed was done.