Sweating Vodka.

It's a day, like any other Saturday, except this time, we've decided to pre-drink at 630pm. Matt picks me up with his mother, and we head back to his place for some beers, Sour monkey shots, Jager bombs, and vodka- redbulls.
The stench of vodka seeping out of our pores were enough to alarm the staff at Red Rooster walking there after picking up my cousin, Kasie from her place. A normally 20 minute walk became a 35 minute one as we walked our way to New Brighton Golf club for more drinks and meet David and Riss.
Two and a half beers later, Riss finishes work and buys herself a drink. David's off on his phone having arguments with his partner, while the rest of us drink our sobriety away.

Next thing I remember was getting to the Mill and we're sitting in our usual drinking booth. Laughing drunkenly, singing to the songs we knew whilst talking and taking photos with whoever would join us. And then I saw Ryan. He was this cute bar staff, that collected our glasses and copped compliments off us all night.
Whenever he wasn't around, Matt, our gay friend would be hooking up with Riss and I, using ice to kiss us on our necks. One thing led to another and then Riss and I were doing the same to each other.
All the while David was upset no one was showing him attention. It was kind of sad seeing him so upset, but yet again he was just getting out of a relationship and I wasn't drunk, or sober enough to help him with that.

By the end of the night Ryan had come by us enough times for me to ask for a hug and in return not only did I get a hug, but I got his number. Sounded a little backwards to me, but who am I to judge. That night, I don't remember how I got home, or what else that happened for that matter. All I know is that alcohol brings the lesbian out of my girl mates and myself, while the straightness out of my gay friends.