A New Life

Chapter 21- Give It A Shot

Chapter 21

Give it a shot

Miranda's pov

It was my 21st birthday so a few friends and Hunter took me out for my birthday. "Don't be irresponsible." Dad says, nervously standing in the doorway. I laugh. "Aw daddy, I'll be fine." I say smiling.

Willie's pov

After her and her friends drive away, I walk back inside where the rest of Buckmen were hanging out. "I don't trust those friends of hers." "Of course you don't." Tombo says. I am frustrated. "Someone needs to go keep an eye on her!" "You do it. You're the only one worried." Adam says. "I can't do it. She'll be ticked if she sees me." They laugh. "she'll be ticked if she sees any of us." Luke says laughing. Korie hugs me. "Let her go, Boss. She's 21 now." Adam says, smiling from the recliner, cleaning his rifle. I sigh annoyed. "Come on LB, let's go keep an eye on her." Jason says, standing up with a smile. "Aw man, why'd ya drag me into it?" I breathe a relieved sigh. "Cause they're 21, where do ya think they're going?" Luke laughs. "The bar." "Bingo." They wave and leave and Tombo and Langy were laughing their asses off. "Those two will do anything for a beer." Adam says, smiling. I smile too. Thank God.

Miranda's pov

"Ok it's tradition." Maryanne says, handing me a shot. "21 shots for 21 years." "I don't know girl." I say. Hunter puts a hand on my shoulder. "Don't do it. You'll be so sick tomorrow." "Uh well duh that's what's supposed to happen when you get wasted!" "But guys I've got a concert tomorrow night." "You'll be fine!" I nervously take a shot. I cringe at the taste. "Oh God that's disgusting!" "Only 20 more to go." I shake my head. "No way!" "You've got to! We've all done it on our 21st birthdays!" Carl says. I shake my head. "I can't guys." Hunter rubs my shoulder. After several annoying minutes of persuasion, I reluctantly take a second shot.

Jason's pov

*A few hours later*

We've been all over town. Where the heck did they go? "Well there's one place we haven't checked?" Luke reluctantly says. "What? Why would she go there? I'm sure Willie warned her about that place." "She's a 21 year old kid. Why would she listen to daddy!" "Cause that's who she is. If she did go there, it's only cause those cruddy friends of hers convinced her to. I annoyedly park in the parking lot of The Devil's Advocate, a bar notorious for the heaviest vodka shots, gang fights, and they even have a back room for folks who get sick. "She better not be here." We walk inside. My jaw drops. "Oh she's here. And she's taking the 21 shot challenge! Oh man, Willie's gonna be pissed." Luke says. "Should we call him?" "First let's get her away from there. She's completely wasted." "Guys I don't think I can do another." I hear her say. "You're almost there. Only 4 more to go!" I hate those friends of hers. "How do we get her? She won't come with us?" Oh she will if I gotta drag her. "Ok I'm shutting this party down." I say stepping in between her and the shot givers. "What the heck are you guys doing here?!" "I could ask you the same question. Your daddy warned you for months not to come here!" "I had to! The 21 shot challenge is tradition!" Oh man, I've never seen her so bad. Well then again she's also never drank before. "Hunter, why on God's green earth did you let these dumbasses do this to your girlfriend?!" "She wouldn't listen to me! I begged her not to." "Hey old man, get out of here!" "Not without my niece dumbfuck." I gripe angrily. It's a good thing Willie told someone to keep an eye on her. If only we had gotten here sooner. "Willie's gonna have a cow." Luke says. "Aw uncle Jay I thought you were fun. Now you're just being a buzzkill!" She stumbles off the barstool and into a guy with a scar under his eye. "Hunter, you look different." "That ain't Hunter." I say pulling her back. "Come on Luke. Let's get outta here before a fight breaks out." We get her to my truck. "Oh my head hurts." "Yeah you're gonna be pretty fucked up the next couple days. Especially since you went here." Luke says. "Devil's Advocate, what we're you thinking?" I gripe pissed. She looked half asleep. I sigh frustrated. She started singing quietly to a song I couldn't make out. "Get ready for the shitstorm." I say, pulling into the drive.