Story originally started by Angry Crayfish – open to modification and additions at http://pastebin.com/6D9vUVSB
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Fiona didn’t like “going out.” Bars had never been her idea of a fun Friday night. She didn’t really enjoy drinking, she didn’t like being around a bunch of skeevy guys, she didn’t like the music, and she didn’t like the atmosphere.
But here she was, at Yellow’s at 1:30 AM. It was her roommate’s birthday, and as much as Fi disliked the bar scene, she disliked the idea of letting Sarah down on her 21st even more.
Sarah had started drinking before her birthday, of course. But now that she was legal, and didn’t have to be sneaky about it, she was going all out. Fiona hadn’t joined in – she had the excuse of being the designated driver – so she had gotten a fully-sober front seat to watching Sarah getting slowly but steadily plastered.
Now, however, Fiona was getting antsy. She hadn’t even seen Sarah for almost half an hour – she’d been flirting with some guys, and then she was dancing, and Fi had lost track of her after that. She was almost ready to start hunting Sarah down herself so that she could get them both home and get some sleep.
Fi meandered around the edges of the dancefloor, craning her neck, trying to find her friend. There was no sign of her. She tried the restroom – no luck there either. Finally, with a heavy sigh, she grumpily returned to their seats at the bar. If this hadn’t been Sarah’s birthday, Fi would have been mad at her for vanishing when Fi was so ready to leave.
Fiona sat down and picked up her glass of water. It was almost empty. She took a big swig from it to finish it off… and then choked and sputtered all over the sleeve of her jacket.
It wasn’t water. She had accidentally picked up someone else’s glass of some sort of clear alcohol. Maybe vodka? Fiona wasn’t well-versed enough in adult beverages to be certain.
Whatever the drink was, even the small amount that she had swallowed burned her throat something awful. The fact that she had choked on it didn’t improve the situation. Fi sniffed the glass. It smelled extremely strong, with a touch of… something familiar. And almost flowery scent, but Fiona couldn’t quite place it.
She felt the burning lump moving down her esophagus into her stomach. Her eyes were watering. She set the glass back down on the counter and picked up her own – sniffing it this time to be sure – and took several slow sips of cold water to wash the burning sensation out of her innards Continue reading