What he didn't know is that the other shots had water. There was only his with vodka. They hadn't told him that. He also didn't know about the Everclear they had poured into his rum and Cokes, his whiskey gingers. And when his nose started bleeding, unannounced and uncontrollably, it was a laughing matter. He didn't want to go to the strip club. He didn't want to convince the bouncer that, it's OK, he was fine, he was fine. Nice girl that she was, he didn't want her breasts so close to his stubble. And he didn't want to vomit on the side of the cab. He only wanted to be mad at his friends. But he couldn't even do that.
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