Mitch takes a shot with the bartender
From Create Your Own Story
The bartender pulled up two shotglasses and poured herself and Mitch a shot. They clinked their glasses and drank the tequila. Mitch's head was a timpani. He could feel the alcohol beat into his brain, undoing the caffeine from the coffee and only heightening his hangover. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth.
"OW FUCK!" he yelled out as he remembered his jaw had taken a beating the night before.
"Careful there soldier," said the bartender. "You took one hell of a beating last night. Don't hurt yourself even more."
"Ugh... did you see who hit me?" asked Mitch.
"Well of course I did," exclaimed the bartender. "It was me."
This was not news Mitch was ready to hear. He looked up at the bartender completely, deep into her crystalline blue eyes, bewildered. "Pardon?"
He remembered fighting with a dude, but had no memory of tangling with this hot chick.
The bartender flicked her hair and smiled. "You beat the shit out of some asshole and then ordered a drink from me. But you kept reaching for my tits," she said. "I didn't appreciate that. Figured I could either call the cops or knock you out cold. Chose the latter."
"Oh my god I'm so sorry. I get really handsy when I'm drunk. I deserved that."
"That's alright darlin'," said the bartender as she poured another shot of tequila for each of them. "It's not like I minded, I just couldn't have a crowd that big thinkin' I was that easy."
Mitch looked down at the shot in front of him, then at the sunlight starting to peek through the door. Today was the first day of his junior year at Blue Mountain University, and he knew he had an obligation as an orientation leader to be at the Student Center by 8.
The bartender snapped her fingers, getting Mitch's attention. She pointed at the shot glass in front of him.
"Round two? I ain't got all day."
