𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 | 18+

《 10 》𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

I QUICKLY SHOVE my phone back into my back pocket as Sarah rushes over.

"Sky, Omigod you need to try this!" She hands me a blue-colored shot.

"What is it?" I lift the shot to my nose, it smells like raspberry.

"Jello shot!" Sarah laughs, "Just try it."

Reluctantly, I bring the shot glass to my lips.
Bracing myself for the bitter taste of alcohol.
Once the jello shot touches my tongue, it explodes into fireworks of deliciousness.

"Mmm, that's really good." I swirl my tongue around my mouth, savoring the sweet candy taste.

"Here have another," Sarah hands me a second shot glass.
This time with red jello instead of blue.

The more shots I throw back the better I feel.
Wow, this is really fun. I find myself swaying back and forth to the thumping music.

"Woo!" Sarah cheers and joins me, "This is gonna be so lit!"

It's all so beautiful and wild.
The flashing pink lights aren't annoying anymore.
In fact, they're fueling the excitement in the air.

'Drunk In Love, The Remix.' By 'Beyoncé.' Plays load throughout the night club.

Maybe this is why everyone gets drunk.
To feel so free and alive.
My only care in the world right now is if I trip over my feet while dancing my heart out.

Hopefully, I won't regret any of this tomorrow.

"Here have another." I open my mouth so Sarah can dump the shot down my mouth.

By my fifteenth shot, the room starts spinning.
But who cares? At least I'm not my same typical shy self.
The shy anxious Skylar has left the chat.

I go to reach for another shot from the bar, but a rough cold hand grabs my arm.

"You've had enough."

I look up to see Calvin.
"Ugh-- not you."

His eyebrows furrow, almost like he's hurt by my response. Good.
"Huh? I'm just saving you from alcohol poisoning."

"It's not alcohol, it's, uh... what's it called again?" My drunken haze confuses my mind. "Jelly? Jealousy shot?" I start laughing uncontrollably. "Ooh, jello shots!"

Calvin doesn't do his usual smirk or grin. Instead, he looks at me with concern in his greenish-blue eyes.

"Look," I poke him hard in the chest. "You're not very nice to me... Like at all."
I look him up and down, "You must think that just cause you're hot and all, gives you permission to be a jerk."
Wow, if I were sober I would definitely not be saying any of this.

Calvin stands still confused.

"You obviously hate me," I grab the shot glass off from the bar counter.
Calvin doesn't stop me.

Calvin opens his mouth then shuts it again.

"Exactly." I turn to stroll away.

Whew, it's hot in here.
Like a thousand degrees hot. What is this nightclub located on the face of the sun?
I head straight for the exit.