"You know what? I think I'll just call it a night."

You turn them down with a smile, thank them for the drinks, shake hands, and make tentative plans to come back on the next blackout night. As you walk away, you hear them making low grumbling sounds of disappointment, and you can't help but smile. Still, hopping in a van with four strangers on ****? You're not that dumb.

You walk home, thinking that as birthdays go, this wasn't perhaps the best, but you sure wouldn't forget it.