"A club?" I questioned as we walked in. Michael told the security something and they immediately let us in without asking for anything.
"Yes a club." He clarified.
"So what. Am I just gonna sit in the corner and watch you get drunk off your ass and laid?"
"Woah, calm down there! That's too many bad words for one day!" He laughed.
I rolled my eyes and he continued.
"And no. You are gonna get drunk off your ass with me. It's your choice if you want to get laid." He shrugged.
"What?" I almost shouted. "Oh no, I don't drink."
He walked over to the counters, while I followed, and ordered 4 shots.
"Well loosen up, you priss." He smirked.
"Can you stop calling me that. I'm not a priss." I frowned and crossed my arms. The bartender placed The four shot glasses filled with liquid in the middle of Michael and I.
"Prove it." He scooted two glasses towards me. What would my mother say. I mean yeah I was 18, old enough to drink already but she always said alcohol is bad for the brain. She would of been disappointed to see me here past 12; at a club.
I hesitated.
"Maybe I will"
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Fanfiction"Maybe being a little bad is good" he smirked and stared at me. "Get away, please."
