"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"
"Kyaaaaaa!"
This was bad.
It was Hina's fourth pint of cider that she chugged down as six guys we were sitting with at a table chanted and encouraged her in Three Tuns, a student pub on the LSE campus.
Hina was never big into beer, but she found English cider to her liking. Something about it being a bit more fruity and a little sweet I suppose.
Maybe she liked it a little too much, but the current binge drinking happening now probably had more to do with her upbeat mood than her love for the drink.
It all started moderately.
I ordered the best Scotch they had, which was Glenfiddich 12 years. This wasn't the age I normally drink but considering this was a student pub, it wasn't all that bad.
Oh well, at least they did have it instead of just serving the usual JD, JB and JW, which I've grown too refined to enjoy after the new lifestyle I could afford since working at the Chan Group.
