Cindy's Tight-Fitting Pink Halter Top Had Every Guy in the Bar Bug-Eyed and Gulping Hard...

Part 4: Cindy Was Gripping an Unopened Bottle of Drambuie by its Neck and Smiling Wildly...

The four of us stumbled off the elevator, leaning heavily on one another for balance. If one of us went down, we were all going down. Surprisingly, we were able to stay on our collective feet long enough to find the Lincoln…

While we were standing beside the car, ready to get in, it was three to one in favor of Moose driving. I initially put up a fight, arguing that Moose couldn’t hold his liquor and I could, but the girls said they weren’t going unless Moose drove, and convincing them otherwise was impossible. Their minds were made up…

I couldn't keep my eyes off Mary, who was wearing a slinky, black cotton sundress with thin spaghetti straps, brown leather sandals, and small gold hoop earrings that were barely visible under her dirty blonde hair that moved freely with every change of direction and looked soft to the touch… I figured once we were at a bar where I'd always been comfortable picking up chicks, I could make my move. So I tossed the keys to Moose, a perfect toss too, and he dropped ‘em… 

I helped the girls get into the backseat of the Mark IV and sat shotgun so I could keep my eyes on Moose, who, after only 14 shots, a few beers, and some pot, was clearly, way more fucked up than me.

The four of us were drunk by then and incoherent, but we were still able to communicate with each other in an alcohol-induced language nobody else could possibly understand. The girls were laughing and smoking cigarettes in the backseat while Moose tried desperately to avoid oncoming traffic.

Biscayne Boulevard was full of bars, so we didn't have to drive very far to find one. I still managed to take a quick snort from the bottle of Drambuie before we reached the first one.

The bar was too dark and the music uninspiring, but we found two seats at the bar, and Moose and I stood behind the girls, who seemed to be in their element. In the dim lighting, laughing at the bar, Mary looked incredible.

The girls switched to mixed drinks, and Moose and I continued chasing shots of Drambuie with beer. We were about to order a second round, but the bar had gotten old quick, and we made a group decision to leave and find another one…

Moose got behind the wheel, and we drove down Biscayne a little further to another bar. This bar was more lively, and the music was better. There were no seats at the bar, and because the girls didn't want to sit at a table, we stood at the bar and ordered a round. 

We were having a pretty good time, but the girls were into barhopping, so after a round, we decided to move on. Moose had been driving okay, so there was no reason to change anything. 

The third bar was further down Biscayne and more of a classic whiskey bar, with lots of hardcore drinkers who looked like regulars. Cindy and Mary looked fine and were getting lots of attention. You walk into a bar with two good-looking chicks, and all the other women are immediately interested in you. I was ready to ditch the girls and try my luck with other women, but I couldn't. I only wanted Mary and Moose was all over Cindy, whose tight-fitting pink halter top had every guy in the bar bug-eyed and gulping hard…

It was approaching 2:00 am, and the bar was closing, so we headed back to the Lincoln. By that time, Moose had done 22 shots, and I had maintained my 20 shot advantage. There was no way I could drive, that was until Moose announced he couldn't drive. I told Moose he had to drive, that I was really fucked up, and putting me behind the wheel would be a big mistake with dire consequences… He didn't care; he smiled wide and proceeded to toss me the keys, which I caught, and then he jumped into the passenger seat. The girls were already in the back lighting another joint for the ride…

Everyone was more than a little bit scared with me behind the wheel, including me. But it was my father's Lincoln Mark IV, and if we were gonna crash or get pulled over by the cops, I had to be the one driving…

Well, show me the way
To the next whiskey bar
Oh, don't ask why…

To be continued…

*All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental…