The 20 Year Old Virgin | Herophine

Chapter 43: Pubs and Catfights

Jo

The pub feels smaller than it really is after all of us file inside with Hero's mates making a huge raucous. They're actually pretty fun to be around especially when they're drunk and acting like fools among themselves. I find myself having a really good time and I'm glad Mercy does, too. Felix has been glued to her side the entire time and I really can't blame him. Just like her brother, Mercy is insanely gorgeous and genuinely nice.

"Tequila for Jo?" Bradley loudly asks from the bar, his eyes looking around for me.

I roll my eyes at this mockery. They're really rubbing it in my face-the fact that I'm the smallest bean among our group. "Here, you dick!" I yell as I raise my hand up so he can see where I am. Hero snickers beside me and I elbow him with my other arm. "Shut up! You're all just freakishly tall!" I growl in annoyance.

"Aw, don't be mad babe. You're too adorable," he coos, kissing the top of my head. Bradley passes a few shot glasses to his friends until two of it are passed on to me. I hand one to Hero but he shakes his head. "I'm having vodka with the guys," he tells me before moving to join Morgan, Age and Trushal's huddle. I shrug my shoulders then down one shot.

"Can I try?" Mercy asks sheepishly.

I snap my head to her, shaking it profusely. "Sorry Mercy, I don't think Hero's gonna be alright with you drinking. Why don't we get you a club soda instead?" I softly say, trying to make up to her when I see her slight pout.

"Just one, Jo. I'm sure Hero won't mind. He's too busy to notice anyway," she gestures towards Hero who is in fact busy goofing around as Morgan directs his camera on to him.

Ugh, not another one of those vlogs. I remember when we were on a break and I'd watch Morgan or Trushal's vlogs and see Hero shit-faced dancing and singing and kissing random women. Okay enough! I don't want to be reminded of those dark times.

"Alright, just one shot and you're done," I sternly tell her and she beams at me like I'm her goddam fairy godmother.

"Just a taste," she agrees, nodding her head.

I hand her the shot glass which she willingly takes. Felix and I look at each other, apprehension obviously written on both our faces. I don't know why but I just have a bad feeling about this, and I could tell Felix thinks so, too. Turning back to Mercy with the intention of taking the shot glass from her as my mind changes, I groan in frustration seeing her down the shot in one go.

Fuck! I'm gonna get in trouble for this.

Her face contorts in disgust before coughing and I even think she's about to throw up but surprisingly, she keeps the alcohol down.

"It tastes horrible, right? Right, okay one's enough," I say more to myself than to Mercy but she shakes her head.

"Another one please?" she asks innocently.

"What? Fuck, no Mercy. Your brother's gonna kill me," I sternly tell her.

She pouts before turning to face Felix and I know he won't be able to say no to her. I know that look Mercy is giving him and the helpless expression on Felix's face. It's literally like watching Hero and I play out right in front on my own eyes.

"Fine, but this will be the last one, Mercy," Felix relents and I roll my eyes. Gullible fucker. He yells at Bradley and asks a whole ass bottle of tequila for the three of us. I throw him a glare but he just shrugs his shoulders before saying, "The bottle's for the two of us, Jo. Don't worry."

Yeah, right.

Sure enough, Mercy takes a few more shots and by her fifth one, she's completely plastered. Where the fuck is Hero when you need him? I roam my eyes around the pub but I just couldn't find him.