Down it.

You've gotta impress this girl and as she watches you raise the glass to your mouth and polish off the baby blue drink. The fruity liquid seems to tingle as it dances down your throat and come to rest in your bell.

Straight away your head grows fuzzy and the world seems to echo, you look up at Lucy and she giggles, her eyes sparkling, that gold dress glowing like a lamp in a dark night. You once again drink in her beauty.

"I thought you were going to push that away for a second there John, Guess we're going hard tonight!" she says excitedly before following your example and downing her own.

Before you know it more drinks have arrived and conversation between you and Lucy is flowing at the same rate as the drinks. She's scooted around to your side of the table and you find yourself pressed in close to Lucy. The drinks have definitely taken effect as you only seem to be able to focus on Lucy, the rest of the world falling into background noise.

Certain parts of your conversation seem to reverberate around your mind, helping to distract you from the rest of the world.

“You’re so cute you know, I usually go for guys with more muscle though!”

“Do you like my nails? I go and get my nails and hair done at the butterfly salon just for dates John”

“Have you ever considered going to the gym John? Big arms probably wouldn’t suit you though. I think you’re more in touch with your feminine side. Girls like that”

“Don’t you just love my dress?! I got it for dates like this one!"

“I like it when my men take charge in bed”

Before you know it you’re playing tonsil tennis in the back of a cap with Lucy going back to her place. The world blacks out again and the you’re being dragged into Lucy’s bedroom carrying her handbag as she carries her heels. She stands in front of her bed and gives you a hungry look, the **** clouding your mind as you struggle to focus.