Post by Avery Amour Masterson on Nov 26, 2007 22:40:30 GMT -5
"D-Doooh yew believe, da insane circumstinces that a fully developed girl, woman! hhas ta be too bee thattt angry enoughh to takke it out on the manhood of herr boyfriend?"
Avery shot the obviously intoxicated man spinning around on the barstool next to hers a truly disgusted look.
He was slurring words and spilling his vodka everywhere, he often took a pause in between words to glug down his alcohol.
"Ugh, whatever."
She scoffed, getting sick of hearing the guy moan and bitch about his girlfriend. It served him right, getting tipsy was not the way to go after a breakup.
She held up one finger, signaling the bartender to come over.
"One shot!" She exclaimed even though the bartender was only a few feet away. Okay, maybe she was getting a bit tipsy too. She had already gone through about 3 shots, but she was a light weight and it didn't take alot to make her pass out.
She stared up at the bartender and ran a hand through the side of her hair, "Aren't you going to even ask me for my ID?" She demanded all of the sudden.
The bartender just slid her shot over to her, pretending not to hear the question. After all, who wanted to piss off a mean drunk? Even if she was just a 5'4 teenage girl.
Avery shot the obviously intoxicated man spinning around on the barstool next to hers a truly disgusted look.
He was slurring words and spilling his vodka everywhere, he often took a pause in between words to glug down his alcohol.
"Ugh, whatever."
She scoffed, getting sick of hearing the guy moan and bitch about his girlfriend. It served him right, getting tipsy was not the way to go after a breakup.
She held up one finger, signaling the bartender to come over.
"One shot!" She exclaimed even though the bartender was only a few feet away. Okay, maybe she was getting a bit tipsy too. She had already gone through about 3 shots, but she was a light weight and it didn't take alot to make her pass out.
She stared up at the bartender and ran a hand through the side of her hair, "Aren't you going to even ask me for my ID?" She demanded all of the sudden.
The bartender just slid her shot over to her, pretending not to hear the question. After all, who wanted to piss off a mean drunk? Even if she was just a 5'4 teenage girl.
