Beer, Spaghetti, and Pharmaceuticals ||COMPLETED||

Thirty Two

"Three...Two...One!"

Champagne sprayed all over the table once Blaise unleashed the cork, watching it fly into the busy night club's dance floor. He winced and took a sharp breath through his teeth as he watched the cork hit the back of tall, bulky man's thigh. The man angrily spun around, nostrils flaring, as he inspected the area searching for the culprit who smacked him from behind.

Blaise slowly pivoted back to their table and pressed his fingers to his lips, returning to his seat. "Let's just pretend that didn't happen..."

He filled Emily, Alice, and Isaac's champagne flutes before his own, and raised the glass above his head. "Cheers! Cheers to the most chaotic, stressful, and exciting period of our lives that led us to this exact moment." He raised his cell phone in his other hand to reveal their finalized app shining brightly in his hands. "The moment where our creation, our baby, is released into society and will leave an impact on mental health care forever."

"Cheers!" The three of them cheered and clinked their glasses together, jubilant smiles printed on each of their faces.

Once they pressed the flutes to their lips, a silence overtook them as their eyes zoomed onto each of their individual phone's screens.

Alice scrunched her nose as she looked at her administrative profile. The number of views remained at a minuscule '4', making her stomach sink, disappointed by the lack of instant success. As her brow began to furrow, Isaac's hand reached for her cellphone and set it on the table, with the screen facing down.

"Maybe we should avoid looking at our phones for a few hours," Isaac said. "Should probably give the advertisements a little more than thirty seconds to work."

"But what if no one downloads it?" Alice asked, lunging for her phone, only to have Isaac swat it across the table to Blaise. She scowled and held out her hand to Blaise. "Give it back to me."

"No," he said. "Tonight we aren't going to worry about downloads, technical problems, money, or anything. We've got a team at the office working to sort out any bugs that might happen on the first night it's available. Tonight is for us to celebrate all of our hard work over the past six months."

"Yeah, but that's still my phone!"

"And I don't care," Blaise said smugly, but Emily rolled her eyes and snatched the phone from Blaise's hands.

"Oh, give back her phone," Emily said, handing it back to Alice. "If Alice wants to spend her night anxiously watching the counter slowly tick up, that's her prerogative."

"Thank you, Emily," Alice said, grinning at her friend.

"That being said," Emily started as she folded her arms on the table, "I'm with Blaise. You all deserve to get a little wild tonight."

Blaise slid his arm around Emily's shoulder, pulling her face towards his to plant a kiss on her cheek. "And that is why you're the best."

"Because I'm siding with you or because I'm saying you should get wild tonight?" Emily asked cooly, though a pink tinge crept up her cheeks.

"Both," Blaise said, beaming as he stared deep into Emily's green eyes.

Isaac rolled his eyes at the intimate moment but kept quiet, taking a sip of his beer. When he set it back on the table, he glared at the hundreds of sweaty people grinding on the dance floor. "While I'm all for celebrating, I don't understand why the hell we are celebrating at a nightclub of all places."

Emily was just about to take a sip of her champagne when she paused to glare at Isaac. "Are you serious?"

"Yes?"