Sah dude, could you write something about the bowers gang getting drunk w/ a female.?
You all leaned and sat on or next to the hood of Huggins’ gorgeous car, the light of dusk illuminating the five of you. 3 packs of beer set to the side. Henry used the precious of his to pop off the caps of each bottle before you all kicked the night off. You were the first to be handed a drink, which you took happily. You didn’t drink much at all, but it was always fun to drink with the gang.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had this one before.” You looked at the label, examining the name and design, “It’s alright. Henry has shit taste.” Belch chuckled at his own comment, “Fuck you, the shit I like is good.” The rest of us smiled and looked between the two of them, “I wouldn’t talk toking Bowers like that. He’ll get upset.” You commented, giving Henry a wink, “Not you, please not you.” Henry tolled his eyes and took a large gulp from his bottle.
One thing the guys admired you for was that you weren’t exactly a lightweight. You could really keep it down. Patrick always enjoyed watching you get to the edge of emptying your system. The fucker. But that’s who Patrick was. Victor was the one who gagged at the thought and would look away. The guy was queasy.
Half way through your second beer, you started to feel it, all of it. You were a happy drunk, so a smile just couldn’t leave your face. The only unhappy drunk was Victor, he would get emotional and just needed a hug to feel better. Poor thing. He usually confided in you, resting his head on your chest for reasons you can easily understand.
Patrick would start laughing a little easier, Henry would get flirt, and Belch just didn’t give a shit about anything, was rather sleepy. Henry and Victor were the ones usually all over you, which you didn’t mind, they were extremely cute. A few kisses here and there were totally fine.
Three and a half beers in, you all would start talking about the dumbest things. “Why are trees green” or “They should make hotdog flavored condoms” you could never predict it.
By 5 beers, you were ready to hit the sack. You wanted to rest, enough for one night. Although if you were at a party, you could last longer. Sometimes you just stayed at whoever’s house you were at and slept there, fuck your parent’s “no boy’s rule”.
A drinking night with the gang was a good night.
(Hopes it’s okay!)