He’d never really been big on going out since he graduated, and thought that since it had been a while he’d finally take his friends up on their offer to go out.There’s wasn’t a particular reason he stopped going out, to him, it just lost its luster having to overpay for terrible drinks.
Dressed in a typical untucked button down, Patagonia vest, jeans, and his “nice” boots, he met up with Pete and Kenny, who were seemingly dressed the same, at the local watering hole for a little pregame prior to going out.
“So what’s the move?” he asked as he placed his beer on the table.
Kenny, trying to play it safe, “What I’m thinking is, that we hit 26 Front Street, The Corner, and Woodhouse..”
“No way. Absolutely no chicks go there.” said Pete. “It’s Truman’s Nolan’s and Empire….. Maybe 412…. if we get desperate enough.”
“Wait, desperate enough?” he asked. “Are we trying to get… you know…”
“Are we trying to what? Get laid? Duh. Why else would be going out? To enjoy each others company?” Pete said sarcastically.
It was settled, they decided where they were going, and now all they needed were full bellies.
As they finished eating, Pete walked over to the bar. They couldn’t hear what he was saying, and for all they knew, he was just ordering a round of shots. Walking back, they noticed he had a shit eating grin on his face.
“What was all that about?”
“Don’t worry about it.” Pete said dismissing the question. “We’re going to have a good time. Hey, any of you been on Hinge lately?”
“So what did you order us?” asked Kenny.
“Don’t worry about it, just trust me, okay?” Pete snapped back.
Neither he, nor Kenny, trusted Pete. They knew that any time he was around, bad things were bound to happen. Not bad in the sense that they would end up in prison, though there was that one time in college where they were tossed in the drunk tank senior year after day drinking, and stealing signs from around campus.
But no matter the trouble that seemed to follow them, it always made for a great story.
Suddenly, a waitress appeared with a round of shots.
“Uh, what is this?” he asked.
“Just drink it, pussy.” Pete insisted as he shot his head back. The shot sent chills down his spine as he swallowed.
He shot Kenny a look. Kenny looked back and raised his glass, touched the table, and shot his head back. Grimacing, Kenny set his glass back down.
Both Pete and Kenny were looking at him. He could tell that they were eager to see his face afterwards. Reluctantly raising his glass, touching the table, and shooting his head back as both Pete and Kenny busted out laughing.
“MALORT’S!” he shouted.
He would have rather died, than take that shot.
“Did you two get the same?”
“Nah man, we had some shitty well bourbon,” Kenny answered.
“Why? Why would you do this?”
“Because it’s funny, idiot.” Pete replied as he wiped tears from his eyes. “Damn, I wish you could’ve seen that.”
Flipping both Kenny and Pete off, they all stood up to get ready to leave. Pete took out his phone to check the time. Kenny took out a pill bottle, opened it and popped one. He turned to Pete, making the gesture of asking if he wanted one. Pete popped one and handed it back. Kenny then turned to his friend with and asked if he wanted one.
“What is it?”
“Dude, c’mon, you know what it is.” Kenny replied.
Taking one, he washed it down his last bit of beer.
“Someone call an Uber, I’ll venmo you later.” Pete ordered as they moved towards the door.