Too drunk, you become true partners-in-crime

After so many shots, you start to pick up her lingo. You like the saxophone and acoustic guitar combination. She’s laughing and touching your shoulder.

She says, “I’m so glad I found someone else like me in the family. I would never be able to survive a holiday alone, but at least I know I can have fun with you.”

You smile. You’re her date, but the cost is being drunk out of your mind. You can’t keep up with this she-devil. She’s downing shots and asking for more. Your vision spins. Your tongue has trouble putting the words together, “Fun? Me?”

Your stomach rumbles. The tequila wants to come back up. You glance at the bill the bartender laid down. Holy fuck. For that price you can’t waste any of it. You swallow back your bile. Your sister-in-law prattles on but you can’t pay attention. You’re trying to pick the right credit card out of your wallet.

“Yeah, let’s get wild tonight.”

You up over at her. The room rotates around her like a carousel. You look down at her chest. You know what bra she’s wearing. You wipe the drool from your lip. “Get wild,” you agree.

“Tell me anything. I’ll do it!”