It didn’t take long for her drink to be emptied. Placing her finger tips to her lip, she wondered if she really needed another. She had already forgotten why she was drinking in the first place. After pondering over it, she decided another would be fine, but she wanted something different… something more… she waved the server down and placed her order for an Irish Trash Can. The drink had sounded good and she had hoped the red bull in it will help keep her awake.
Before long the drink was in her grasp. The colors blended just so slightly. She was enlightened by the way it looked and couldn’t help but amire the drink a little bit more. The bar tender knew exactly what they were doing with each alcoholic part. She enjoyed every sip of the drink, until it was at the halfway mark.
She pulled out her phone to send her brother a quick “Is everything good? Did I do something wrong?” But her drunken self ended up sending something nearly impossible to read.
“Xxs engythjfh doog?! Dod I dooo skmthinh wdonh?hfucjr”
She didn’t feel drunk but it was clear she wasn’t fully sober. But nonetheless she went on enjoying each sip.
@ChayChay05 texted Tommy