Russell clawed at the ground. He been having quick flashes of his birthday bar party. He had one to many. He wasn't used to drinking. "Don't worry, Russell it'll be over in a second." Care to know what happened?
Minka climbed into the driver's seat, Russell getting into the passenger's seat. Are you sure about this," asked Russell. "Of course," said Minka, turning on the car. She pressed her foot on the gas pedal. "I mean I know it's my birthday, but really? I don't even like to drink," he said. "Calm down. It's not like I'm taking you to a gentleman's club," she said. Russell perked his ears. "Do not mention those," he said. Minka shrugged.
Russell was about to say something when Minka stopped the car. Suddenly. His forehead banged against the window. "We're here," and Minka climbing out the car. Russell limped out. "Let's just get this over with," he said.
Russell pushed opened the door. Minka had already chosen a seat by the counter. He climbed into the seat next to her. The bartender walked down to them. "What can I do ya for," he asked, his voice gruff. "A Bloody Mary for me and for him..." Minka looked up at the bartender. "Oh I'll get him that drink," he said. He jotted down their order and walked off.
"Minka what do you order for me," asked Russell. She kissed his nose. "That's for me to know, and you to drink," she said. When she flashed her pearly white smile, Russell turned back to the counter. He wanted to keep his sense of sight.
The bartender slid to drinks the countertop. Minka caught them. One was red, the other was a orange. She handed Russell the orange one. "You have to chug it down, or else," said Minka. Russell stared, unwantly, down at the drink. He gulped hard. He tipped the glass at his lips. He looked at Minka. She nodded. He gulped again.
He chugged down the entire drink.