Alan felt trapped. He felt like he should stay here. Or maybe more he forgot to text
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it wasn't like they were dating but they had potential plans. He asked her if she was free later then she said yes, then now he never texted her.
He was drunk at this point. He kept calling Jack, Hollywood, Mr. Hollywood and at one point of the night Dr. Hollywood.
They started with beer but then Aaron got talking to a woman at the bar, and she bought them all picklebacks. Then they had crossed a line at least in Aaron's head. Just shots from now on. The glasses seemed too full for Alan. Who'd last had a shot like freshmen year.
"This sounds good" Jack said, as he point to the menu. "Maple Bacon vodka."
Three glasses arrive filled to the brim, the liquid was at the top of the glass and the glass heavy in Alan's hand.
"Did you get doubles?"
"This is the triple glass." The bartender replied.
"Three two one down it." Aaron said.
The taste of maple hit him first followed, by the burning of vodka was there some salt maybe that was the bacon.
They all made faces of disgust and the bartender laughed. They high fived and walked back to their table.
"No one ever orders those." The bartender said.
Alan searched around for the bathroom the room starting to change.
