Kitchen

I head into the kitchen. There are a bunch of guys and girls standing around laughing and drinking. The counter tops are littered with bottles of vodka and liquor and there are a couple kegs on the ground.

“What’ll it be?” I look to see a tall guy, probably 6’, looking at me, holding a bottle of something.

“Shots all around!” Another, shorter says. Shot glasses are poured and passed around to everyone in the kitchen. One is practically shoved into my hand. Before I can blink all the glasses are tipped back and disappear. People cough and laugh and start asking for another. This could go badly very quickly.