Running Into Fate

The Bar

We then left the tiny café and started walking down the dark sidewalk, when Kenny says "yeah man, today Coconut Cove has two dollar shots! I'm about to get messy!"

both the boys started laughing out loud.

"Two dollar shots?" I thought.

What the fuck. Coconut Cove isn't a nice spot on the beach, it's a fucking bar!

I had never gotten drunk before. Beer reminded me of what warm piss would taste like if it were a drink.

What had I gotten myself into? I was starting to think that Drew wasn't the best influence on me at all.

We finally made our way to Coconut Cove. The place was decked out in black and blue. I'll give them credit, the music playing throughout the building made me want to start dancing, and I hadn't even start drinking yet.

We slowly made our way to the main booth bar, when a long haired bartender with tattoos all over her body screamed "KENNY! Long time, no see! I'm so glad you stopped in! Listen, what do you and your friends want to drink? First drink is on the house!"

Petrified at the thought of drinking and making a fool of myself once again in front of Drew I nonchalantly removed myself from the main bar and acted like I had to use the restroom. I ran into the faintly lit bathroom that smelled like a mixture of vomit and urine, I took a glimpse in the mirror

"what have I gotten myself into?"

I just wanted to secretly ditch them and go home, but it was like Drew had a hold on me. I knew if I went home then I'd stay up wondering if he was having fun without me. So I took a couple deep breathes and walked back out to the bar.

Drew was standing right around the corner and said "Ashlyn, I didn't know what to get you so I waited to ask you what drink you wanted to start off with."

I didn't know of any drinks and I defiantly didn't have a favorite. So I observed my surroundings and saw a sign that said "two dollar fireball" not fully registering through my head that it said "Fire" and "ball" in the same word I swiftly said "Get me a fireball!"

Drew replied "Awesome! Starting out strong I see! I like it!"

As he walked away back to the overly nice bartender as I pondered what he meant by "starting off strong"

He quickly ran back over to me with a tiny glass of red liquor "Here you go!"

"Am I just supposed to take it in one gulp?"

"Well, duh silly. It's a shot." He said giving me a comedic look.

I thought "okay it's now or never." As I gulped down my tiny cup of fire, and by fire I literally mean fire! That shit burnt. After finishing my shot I couldn't help but to say in a slightly high pitched yelp "Woooo!"

"I'll go get you another shot babe!" Drew said.

Did he just call me babe? Or was I already drunk? Who cares I'll just worry about that in the morning.

He brought over two more shots for us both and we then made a toast to having a good night full of good memories.

Sooner than later two shots turned into four and four turned into six, and then I slowly stopped counting, and from then on out the rest of the night was a blackened blur.