"All the way down, all the way down, all the way down," they yelled in unison.
The girls tried t o encourage the youngest of all t o drink the entire contents of her glass in one sip. However, the blonde with green eyes could not do it, because she did not like the taste of tequila or a n y alcoholic beverage. I didn't understand how there were people who drank liquor until their livers dried up, if the taste of alcoholic beverages was so awful.
She licked her lips, wrinkled her nose, a n d put the glass back o n the table.
Aháva grimaced a n d wiped the corner of her lip with the back of her hand.
-I do not can. It's disgusting,” h e yelled, due t o the high volume of the music. How do they make you drink this? It i s awful!
—Booo. Don't be a spoilsport,” the eldest of all spoke up. Lauren, a pretty woman about six feet tall, slim, with black hair, gray eyes, a n d white Caucasian skin.
"You said you'd have a couple of drinks with us," Jessica, the giggling redhead with black eyes a n d tanned skin, reminded her.
-I know but I can not. I don't understand how people drink this thing.” Aháva shrugged a n d couldn't help wincing at the unpleasant feeling in her throat. It's like I'm drinking fire,” h e added, running his hand down his neck. I think my esophagus suffered third degree burns.
"Don't be so exaggerated," Alicia, a pretty girl of Mexican descent joined the discussion. Watch a n d learn —he said a n d grabbed the shot t o drink it down in one gulp.
The three girls roared with laughter at Aháva's astonished face.
"Don't be a baby," Lauren teased.
"That's the trouble with being a n only child." You don't learn the good things in life," Alicia commented.
"And the one with seven siblings says so," Jessica pointed out.
-Exact. a n d because I have seven older brothers, I dare t o say that I know a lot of things. My brothers took care of bringing m e up t o date,” the Latina explained proudly.
"I will not be a n only child for long," Aháva exclaimed. Her three friends turned t o see her with wide eyes. What?” The blonde shrugged. My mother told m e last week.
"I understood that pregnancies after forty are high risk," Lauren said.
“My mom i s thirty-nine. It's not even past four decades,” Aháva clarified. By the way, Alicia —he looked at the named one—. I don't think it's necessary t o drink alcohol t o enjoy the good things in life.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Jessica a n d Lauren chanted as a mockery of Alicia.
"Come on, baby!" A couple of drinks will help you lose your inhibitions —the girl shook her hair with the Puerto Rican singularity that characterized her.
-Nope. Thanks. I prefer t o keep my inhibitions active. It's the only thing that differentiates m e from the rest of the women here —Aháva took a quick look at her surroundings a n d saw the vast majority of girls drinking, dancing in a vulgar way or in the arms of some guy who didn't know the meaning of privacy .
Lauren, Jessica, a n d Alicia fell silent at their friend's scathing comment. They hated when she got all prissy a n d puritanical. They loved her more when she was wild a n d fun, but that was only achieved when they convinced her t o have a few drinks t o warm up.
Alicia took a glass a n d refilled it with tequila. h e extended it towards Aháva.
"Take this a n d we won't bother you all night," h e said defiantly.
The blonde looked at the glass sideways. h e grabbed it a n d swallowed the liquid in one fell swoop. h e wrinkled his nose a n d placed the glass back o n the table, making it clatter against the wood.
"Done," Aháva said, looking at her friend in the same challenging way. I hope you keep your word,” she added a n d groped for a glass of water, but Lauren grabbed it before she reached for them. What are you doing?
"Enjoy the bitter taste for a moment, at least," the brunette commented.
Aháva rolled her eyes a n d jumped t o her feet.
"As you wish," she muttered a n d turned t o walk away from her friends.
"Where are you going?" Jessica asked.
"For some water," the blonde yelled into the distance.
-God! How bitter! —Mumbled Alicia.
"It's normal," Jessica said. She i s not used t o this.
-Have t o learn. In college she won't have u s t o protect her,” Lauren commented. a n yone can trick her a n d hurt her.
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