“No! No more. I might die.” Jane groans out from her position, face-down on the bar.
“Come on, Jane, you have to. Besides we haven’t found your drink yet.” Tasha grins devilishly at her tattooed friend.
Patterson places a shot glass, filled with a pale green liquid, down in front of Jane and earns a few choice curses for her efforts.
Jane’s complaints only draw laughter out of her two companions though. Jane reluctantly peels herself off the countertop and glares suspiciously at her glass.
She picks it up and the ladies clink their glasses together.
Patterson shares a sly look with Tasha before calling out “Bottoms up!” She downs her drink and slams the glass down with a grimace. The brunette sitting next to her only seconds behind.
Jane steels herself and throws back her drink. She immediately starts coughing, her eyes start tearing up and her throat is on fire.
“What the hell was that?!” she chokes out, to the cackling of her two companions.
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