Three big swigs of rum

Yo grab the bottle of rum and take three quick gulps of it. The rum burns your throat as you screw the cap back on, toss it haphazardly on your couch, and set out the front door.

You have a few ideas from the get-go. When you were in high school, it was often said that young men who loitered around the Roshman Bar and Grill at night would be picked up by bored, horny housewives for one night stands. You also know of another dive bar a few blocks from your house, and there's also a play going on at your old high school that was sure to have many teachers and parents in attendance. Your eyelids droop a bit as the warm, intoxicated buzz begins to wash over you.