Drunken night with implications
We stumbled our way down the sidewalk, we only had to make it 8 blocks, but it took quite a while; we were all very visibly drunk, the girls kept stopping for pictures. Forcing me to pose with them, much to my horror. They all looked so happy, but my face told a different story.
Each picture I looked more and more horrified, the drinks only made me unreasonable, not calm. But time we got to the club, it was rolling on 11pm, which meant the line was around the block. Everyone else pouted, Madison tried to talk her way in, but failed.
"Well we can wait in line, but I doubt we'll make it in tonight." She said, defeated.
