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Authors: Beth Ashworth
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“Everyone has a smile on their face.”
“Whatever,” Amelia dismissed as she drunkenly got to her feet. “Girls, let’s go and dance.”
Charlie helped both Amelia and Lucy downstairs to where the makeshift dance floor had been setup. On a Saturday night Zachary’s lost its usual charm of a relaxing and sophisticated social hangout. Instead the lounge was now a large open space, packed to the rafters with young, sweaty bodies grinding erotically to the heavy bass pounding through the multiple speakers around the room.
“Let’s get some shots!” Amelia yelled over the music as she weaved them through the crowds of people. Placing her clutch on the bar she opened it and slapped a ten pound note into the waiting bartender’s hand. “Can we have three shots of Sambuca please?” she asked wiggling three fingers at him.
The bartender winked at them and placed three empty shot glasses on the bar. Turning around to put the money in the till, he grabbed the bottle of spirit from the side and then started filling the glasses. “Enjoy,” he smiled once finished.
“Right,” Amelia said, pushing a shot towards both Charlie and Lucy. “Here’s to a very messy night!”
Charlie nodded and knocked her shot back, enjoying the way the sickly sweet taste of aniseed laced the back of her throat.
“Another,” Lucy croaked, slamming her empty glass onto the bar.
Having only had one glass of champagne and a shot of Sambuca, Charlie was more alert than the others in the group. Looking at Lucy and Amelia, she could tell that they had drunk far too much already.
“Do you not want to pace yourselves and perhaps get some water?” she suggested, watching as Lucy stumbled in her heels.
“No!” Amelia shouted, gesturing for the previous bartender that had served them. “Three shots of Tequila please,” she asked, wiggling three fingers at him once again.
Acknowledging her order and accepting the ten pound note, the bartender lined up a further three shot glasses on the bar. After pouring the spirit, he placed a small tray with packets of salt and three wedges of lemon.
“If you insist,” Charlie shrugged as she licked her hand and sprinkled out the contents of the small salt packet. Picking up the lemon wedge and her shot of Tequila, she quickly licked the salt from her hand and knocked the shot back. Feeling the instant burn of the alcohol, she pushed the wedge of lemon into her mouth and shuddered from its bitter taste.
“More,” Amelia demanded again as she opened her clutch and placed more money onto the bar.
After a multitude of shots and mixers, Charlie lifted her final drink for the time being to her lips - A double Jägerbomb.
Drinking it back as quick as she could, she felt the alcohol’s effect instantly on her already tipsy self. Gripping the side of the bar in support, she squinted through her contacts as the room fuzzed in and out of focus.
“Nowww... off to the dance floor!” Lucy announced as she drunkenly made her way towards the sea of hyped up bodies.
Fuelled by a sudden rush of alcohol into her system, Charlie wobbled behind obediently until the three of them had squeezed into the centre of the room.
Sticking together, they started to dance along to the fast paced dance track that poured from the speakers. Plastering a smile to her face, Charlie laughed as a dance battle broke out between the three of them. She watched and cheered as both Amelia and Lucy competitively gave it their best shot.
After cracking her knuckles and rolling her neck in mock preparation, Charlie held up one finger as she heard the current song coming to an end. As the tracks changed, Charlie’s face immediately lit up at the familiar sound of an alarm.
“I love this song!” she screeched as the start ofNicki Minaj’s Pound the Alarm boomed through her ears.
Letting the music flow through her body, Charlie attempted her best Nicki Minaj booty shake much to the squeals of delight from her
“Whatever,” Amelia dismissed as she drunkenly got to her feet. “Girls, let’s go and dance.”
Charlie helped both Amelia and Lucy downstairs to where the makeshift dance floor had been setup. On a Saturday night Zachary’s lost its usual charm of a relaxing and sophisticated social hangout. Instead the lounge was now a large open space, packed to the rafters with young, sweaty bodies grinding erotically to the heavy bass pounding through the multiple speakers around the room.
“Let’s get some shots!” Amelia yelled over the music as she weaved them through the crowds of people. Placing her clutch on the bar she opened it and slapped a ten pound note into the waiting bartender’s hand. “Can we have three shots of Sambuca please?” she asked wiggling three fingers at him.
The bartender winked at them and placed three empty shot glasses on the bar. Turning around to put the money in the till, he grabbed the bottle of spirit from the side and then started filling the glasses. “Enjoy,” he smiled once finished.
“Right,” Amelia said, pushing a shot towards both Charlie and Lucy. “Here’s to a very messy night!”
Charlie nodded and knocked her shot back, enjoying the way the sickly sweet taste of aniseed laced the back of her throat.
“Another,” Lucy croaked, slamming her empty glass onto the bar.
Having only had one glass of champagne and a shot of Sambuca, Charlie was more alert than the others in the group. Looking at Lucy and Amelia, she could tell that they had drunk far too much already.
“Do you not want to pace yourselves and perhaps get some water?” she suggested, watching as Lucy stumbled in her heels.
“No!” Amelia shouted, gesturing for the previous bartender that had served them. “Three shots of Tequila please,” she asked, wiggling three fingers at him once again.
Acknowledging her order and accepting the ten pound note, the bartender lined up a further three shot glasses on the bar. After pouring the spirit, he placed a small tray with packets of salt and three wedges of lemon.
“If you insist,” Charlie shrugged as she licked her hand and sprinkled out the contents of the small salt packet. Picking up the lemon wedge and her shot of Tequila, she quickly licked the salt from her hand and knocked the shot back. Feeling the instant burn of the alcohol, she pushed the wedge of lemon into her mouth and shuddered from its bitter taste.
“More,” Amelia demanded again as she opened her clutch and placed more money onto the bar.
After a multitude of shots and mixers, Charlie lifted her final drink for the time being to her lips - A double Jägerbomb.
Drinking it back as quick as she could, she felt the alcohol’s effect instantly on her already tipsy self. Gripping the side of the bar in support, she squinted through her contacts as the room fuzzed in and out of focus.
“Nowww... off to the dance floor!” Lucy announced as she drunkenly made her way towards the sea of hyped up bodies.
Fuelled by a sudden rush of alcohol into her system, Charlie wobbled behind obediently until the three of them had squeezed into the centre of the room.
Sticking together, they started to dance along to the fast paced dance track that poured from the speakers. Plastering a smile to her face, Charlie laughed as a dance battle broke out between the three of them. She watched and cheered as both Amelia and Lucy competitively gave it their best shot.
After cracking her knuckles and rolling her neck in mock preparation, Charlie held up one finger as she heard the current song coming to an end. As the tracks changed, Charlie’s face immediately lit up at the familiar sound of an alarm.
“I love this song!” she screeched as the start ofNicki Minaj’s Pound the Alarm boomed through her ears.
Letting the music flow through her body, Charlie attempted her best Nicki Minaj booty shake much to the squeals of delight from her
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