No, he’s way too drunk

Ross looks confused, “Why are we out here?” His eyes are bloodshot and glazed. So much drunker than when I last saw him.

“Just having one last shot to finish off the night,” I say. “I know you wouldn’t miss it.”

Rachel raises her glass in a toast, “To a wild night.”

We all take our shots. As it plunges into my stomach, I almost immediately regret it, but I hold it down. That wasn’t a good idea.

Monica says, “It’s been crazy. I can’t believe I showed you guys my boobs. I’ll be embarrassed tomorrow.”

Ross sits in a stupor staring at his empty shot glass. Shit. He didn’t take the bait talking about tits. Usually that perks him right now.

“Too bad Joey fucked it up,” I say. “It would have been really fun having one night free of marriage.”

Rachel says, “It definitely would’ve been a night to remember. And a night never to talk about ever again.”

Ross raises his head and grumbles, “I don’t think I could handle if you fucked another man. I can’t believe we even agreed to that bet. It was such a dumb idea.” He stands up so quickly, his chair falls over behind him. “Hell I might still kill Joey tomorrow when I wake up.”

He turns and stumbles back to his bedroom.

Monica asks Rachel, “When did he get so drunk?”

Embarrassed Rachel says, “He opened a new bottle and brought it back to our room after the fight. It’s about half gone. He’s going to be passed out, dead to the world soon. I just hope he doesn’t piss the bed again.”

“It’s not your fault,” I say. Fuck. I feel bad for her.

Monica asks, “Would you like to join us in our room tonight? I don’t want Ross to piss and puke all over you in bed. That’s awful. We’ll take really good care of you.”