Behind Bars

8 Shots and a Beer

"Tonight we're going crazy!!" Ron yelled, raising his 8th shot of vodka to the air and spilling some of it on his hand. "Maybe I should eat something", I said, staring at the final shot glass that waited in front of me. "C'mon don't be a pussy!!" Ron raised his voice, "It's finally kicking in!". 
I looked up at Ron who was now standing, looking at me with his pleading eyes which he totally faked but still knew it will get me. "Fine!" I finally gave up, rolling my eyes. He gestured me with his fingers to stand up and so I did, feeling the alcohol hitting me all at once, my body felt slightly heavier, "Damn," I chuckled then raised my shot. 
"To being fucking free." Ron said with hope in his voice, I raised my eyebrow, "Idiot" I said, "We are free," we looked at each other for a moment with a satisfied smile then downed our shots. 
"Woo!!!" Ron yelled out, patting my back too hard for my liking but I could not really feel anything at that moment, only how slowly my mind dove down as if I was in the ocean. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting myself sink into the music that was played at the bar, the bass went through my body like a deep wave of vibration. "Let's go dance!" I opened my eyes and grabbed Ron by the shoulder, leading him to the dance floor that was swarming with people by now.  

I'm not the dancing person type, at least not when I'm sober. When I'm drunk, it's a whole nother me, a whole nother Spencer Walker. I go wild, loose. Ron calls me "Fun Bobby" at times, saying I'm the best person there is when I am drunk. 

"Dude!!" Ron's voice echoed through my ears between the loud EDM music that was playing, I leaned closer to him in an attempt to hear him better, "I brought you a beer!" He pushed the cold bottle of Carlsberg against my chest, leaving me no choice but to grab onto it. I frowned, when did he get that? I laughed to myself, "Dude I'm so drunk!!" I yelled so he could hear me, "I don't think it's a good idea!" I still moved my body to the rhythm of the music just the slightest.
Ron pushed me, "Drink!!" he yelled and sipped on his own beer, smirking. 
Fuck it, I told myself and took a mouthful of beer, spilling a bit on myself. 

I danced to the beats, the dizziness made me stumble now and then but I tried not to embarrass myself too much. I noticed Ron wasn't dancing next to me anymore, probably found a girl or something, good for him I thought. 
I looked down at my surroundings, two girls were dancing next to me, one of them kept her eyes on me, I immediately smiled, Ron isn't the only one getting some today. I danced closer to her, seeing she was into it, I looked down at her, confident, unlike the sober me. The bass was getting deeper and stronger and our bodies kept coming closer. I could feel her denim jacket rub against my shirt, slowly I put my hand on her hip, she turned around, dancing with her back against me then turned back to face me, a playful look was all over her face. I bit my inner lip while staring at her with hungry eyes, slowly leaning down towards her face, I could almost taste her lips when all of a sudden something grabbed me back, totally taking me by surprise. 
"Spence!!" Ron's voice made me clench my jaw, I looked rather pissed now, "What the hell dude?!" I shoved his shoulder, "You just ruined my chance to get laid tonight.." I muttered to him but clearly, he did not hear me. "Do you still have that flask??" Ron's eyes glowed with excitement which made me narrow mine. "Yeah..why?" I asked. He grabbed me out of the dancing floor and lead me to a narrow hallway which leads to the restroom. "This is Kristy," Ron said, I looked down at the short brunette girl who stood leaning against the wall, "She's underage!" he said it like it was something good. I widened my eyes, "What the- shut the hell up dude! do you wanna get kicked out of here?" I said then eyed Kristy, honestly, I wasn't surprised, Ron always somehow got the "complicated" girls. 
"I'm 17." She suddenly said and looked at me with judgy eyes. I couldn't help but laugh, "Ohh look at you, all grown up." 
"You're only 21, don't act like you're so much older than me, tipsy boy". 
I raised my eyebrows, that girl had an attitude. 
"Anyways..." Ron broke our little conversation, "You don't want to ruin Kristy's night do you?" He asked and looked at me again with his pleading eyes, "Could you please lend us your flask? Please?". 
I rolled my eyes, shoved my hand into my back pocket and took out my leather-wrapped flask with my name carved onto it. "Enjoy, just keep me out of this," I said and chuckled weakly, leaving the two alone, I wasn't going to intervene.