It starts with a bottle of Jose Cuervo margarita mix, as I pound the bottle quickly I realize the whole thing will probably get me pretty buzzed and I'm right on. I finish the 750Ml bottle in under twenty minutes and head for the door.
I sing the whole way there, my head already swimming with alcohol. I can feel myself getting more and more pumped the closer we get, my adrenaline already beginning to get going and my heart rate rising. This is big for me, my first chance in awhile to get out there and flaunt my shit.
The people I'm with are dull, not wanting to dance to even get out and socialize much. After a beer and a shot I'm a constant on the dance floor; after the bands first set I've got a girl all over me and already jamming her tongue down my throat. After the second her friend has joined in as well and is grinding me heavily while the original 'gal takes my hands and places them wherever she wants them. I'm still tipsy.
The third set has me with four or five girls, all surrounding me with my beer raised to the bars roof. I'm making out, grinding, dancing, and all around having a grand time. I'm laughing whenever someone looks and gives me that questioning glance because I don't know how I've done it. People are starting to leave though, it's a little before one.
The band starts up again and I've lost my fan club, the original girl that started with me has moved across the floor and is dancing solo, still throwing enticing glances and hip movements towards me when she wants some attention. The others have left already, the floor consists of mostly guys. I'm still the centre of attention, whenever I'm in the bathroom guys are high fiving or commenting on the quality of what I've been up to. Others just mention work and are all around friendly, often referring to me as an equal even though I'm the youngest male in the bar by at least three years. Lots of bottle clinking and even slaps on the back, I feel like I'm in a sorority.
As we leave I stumble out, wasted. I'm losing my voice a little from all the singing and dancing, but I feel I could go all night. All the girls that were with me left without a word, not interested in anything more than a night of feeling me all over or a quick makeout session. I'm drunk and stumble around for awhile before our ride shows up.
The ride home is quiet, my head lulls between my shoulders and I don't speak. Words are exchanged throughout the car but I keep quiet. Drunken promises are made to call one another but I keep silent, my head bobbing stupidly to the beat of the music on the radio. Two of the three girls in the car whine about their night and bitch how the music sucked, I can only smile. I've established my dominance and feel on top of the world; everything I wanted to happen did and I couldn't of had much of a better night.
The person that I wanted in a live club situation came out perfectly after a few drinks and shots, I arrived and lived up to all my expectations, however shallow they were.
I'm still drunk writing this, but I was too excited and couldn't hold it in.
I can't wait for a few weeks down the road when my buds are nineteen as well, then the party really kicks off.
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