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THE LINE OUTSIDE THE BAR WAS LOUD SWEATY AND PACKED, it was like something out of a chaotic movie that you'd see at the theaters. or like a school assembly video to remind you to stay away from drugs and alcohol.
lexie didn't even get her fake id out before noah yanked her past the bouncer like a rabid animal. "SHE'S TWENTY-ONE, DON'T CARD HER, SHE'S FAMOUS," he yelled.
"she's not famous," jack muttered, handing the guy a twenty just to keep it moving.
the second they were inside, it was pure feral energy.
"i want a drink that tastes like REGRET and CHILDHOOD TRAUMA," noah shouted at the bartender like he was ordering a cheeseburger.
lexie blinked. "what the actual fuck does that taste like?"
"mountain dew and vodka," jack said grimly. "he calls it the sad bastard special." he explained, making lexie nod.
noah whipped around, holding three drinks like a man on a mission. "ONE FOR ME, ONE FOR JACK, AND ONE FOR MY PLATONIC SOULMATE." he pointed to lexie on the last part before he handed her a drink that literally smelled like danger.
"what the fuck is this?" she asked before sticking her nose towards the edge of the cup and sniffing it, wincing and pulling away when she got a smell of strong alcohol that honestly mirrored the same smell of battery acid.
"shut up and drink it. we're OUT OUT," he grinned.
ten minutes in and they had already,
broken a pool cue, screamed 'barbie girl' into a broken karaoke mic, and gotten flirted with by a man in a banana costume.
"why is there a dude dressed like produce?!" lexie yelled, pointing mid-sip at the guy in the banana costume from across the bar,
"HE'S A BITCH I KNEW FROM CAMP," noah shouted from the bar top. "HE KNOWS WHAT HE DID!" he pointed at the guy over the loud music, meanwhile, jack was having a stare-down with the jukebox like it had personally wronged him.
and then. a fight broke out two tables over and noah was somehow in it before it even started.
"YOU DON'T TALK ABOUT ZAC EFRON LIKE THAT, BITCH!" he roared as grabbed a coaster and threw it like a ninja star.
the guy turned around as he blinked with a mixture of confusion and horror written all over his face. "who even ARE you?" he genuinely asked
"i'm your FUCKING KARMA," noah screamed, lunging at the man.
lexie blinked three times. "okay. maybe i should call miles." she genuinely suggested as she watched noah get into an unhinged bar fight from across the room.
