"Fuck's sake Mac, where ya been?" The bouncer exclaimed.
"Hey man," Mac bumped fists with him. "Same shit, different day. Just trying to get a little hazy."
"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," the bouncer smirked.
"That's a short fucking list," Mac snickered.
The bouncer let us in without even asking for I.D.
I was about to ask Mac how he knew the bouncer but he was already dancing to the heavily-bassed music, beckoning Frankie and I over. We started dancing, with Frankie sandwiched between us.
A couple songs later, I excused myself to get us drinks.
"Taylor's baaack!" Mac yelled over the bass. I smiled and handed out the round of shots. It burned on the way down but I knew I wasn't going to get through tonight without a little pain.
YOU ARE READING
Molly
Short Story"She doesn't fucking love me." The Molly was starting to wear off and the realization was all too clear.
