Chapter 2: The Drinking
He absolutely don't like this, the thought. Akihito is sitting between his two best friends, Takato and Kou. They're smooth-talking Akane into letting him go out tonight with them and basically sneak into a club to have a guys' night out, not that Akane knows. He like the idea of a break and having fun, but why a club? They're both underage except for Takato. In the end, Akane gave permission. The guys (except for Akihito) high five each other in excitement. It's going to be a long night.
Akihito, Takato, and Kou dressed smartly, but still keep it casual. Akihito in his skinny tight vintage jean, oversized and almost see-through white tee that slide down one side of his shoulder and decorated it with a leather necklace, a flannel that hang loosely around his hip, and vans sneaker. Kou dress in the same manner. Takato dressed up a little more; he wear his khakis, baby blue short sleeve button up, and pair it up with a pair of vans sneaker as well. So far, they're feeling awesome.
When they arrive at the entrance of Sion Nightclub, Akihito could feel the muscle-bound bouncer scrutinizing him with intensity. After all, both he and Kou did lie about their age with the new fake ID's Takato provided them. When the bouncer could not find fault in him, he let them in all the while keeping an eye on them. Akihito couldn't help but admire the interior; something about this place scream sex and danger (Akihito like that), there are bottles and upon bottles of alcohol that he could tell is holy-shit expensive being displayed on shelves, and dancers did a little of this and that in a striptease to incite lust in men. Takato even oogle at the girls for a while. They seated themselves at the bar where a tall and slick Leonardo-DiCaprio-lookalike bartender welcome them. Damn, He's hot! Kou thought as he eye the bartender's clothed body up and down like it's some locked away treasure without shame.
"Three Manhattan, please," Takato ordered. "And some snacks too."
"Right away," the bartender said and didn't even bother looking back at Kou, much to his disappointment.
The drinks came and Takato and Kou down it all with ease. They noticed that Akihito stare at it hesitantly.
"Come on!" Takato pat his back playfully in encouragement. "It's your debut, we can't have you chicken out now!"
"Who's chicken out?" Akihito glared at him, offended that his friend is implying he's weak. Akihito chugged it all down in one go. The alcohol tasted very bitter and it burns his throat like wild fire. His head is swimming like fishes got caught and ugh it's so terrible but it's so good.
"Yeah!" His friends cheered. "Akihito's no longer an alcohol virgin!"
The comment embarrassed him so much he wanted to die especially when the bartender looks at him with amusement. "Another one!" He demanded. Akihito just wanted to dug a 10 miles deep hole and bury himself there for a century or two. The bartender made another and Akihito down it too.
"Calm down, Aki," Takato chuckle. "The fun just is just beginning."
"Right!" Kou add in with uncontained childish excitement. "Next up, shots! Let's see who's the best drinker out of all three of us!"
Akihito quirk an eyebrow. Ugh, what are they all excited about? Whatever it is, Akihito know it's bad to just go along with their every whims.
"Bartender, shooters with Vodka," Takato demanded.
Soon, 6 shots glasses stacked up in a shape of a pyramid in front of each one of them. Vodka filled each glass to the brim. Akihito looks at it with distaste. He's fucked up as it is. There's no way he could handle 6 more shots of Vodka!
"The loser will go to the dance floor and give us a worthwhile show," Kou grinned devilishly. "Now, let's begin!"
Damn that Kou.
The bartender started counting,
3…
2…
1..!
All three down their first glass, their second, their third! All the while Akihito couldn't help but blanched at the taste. It taste like rubbing alcohol! The worst! Yuck! It burns his throat like he was swallowing gasoline, but he eventually got used to the mild sweet aftertaste of each shots which wash away the horrible beforemath. Still, it smells like rubbing alcohol and he couldn't stomach it any longer. His stomach is all queasy and clenched in warning. Takato seemed to be handling it pretty well. He's swaying, but not as much as Kou. Kou, on the other hand, is giggling like crazy and flirting with the bartender again in between shots. Akihito is having a massive friggin' headache and it's killing him. Akihito is down on his fourth shots when he began swaying too.
"Done!" Takato announced as he bang his glass on the table with a victorious thud.
Fuck him. He's got advantage! Both Kou and Akihito thought.
Kou and Akihito looked at each other. They're both at their fourth shots, but there is no way either of them is giving up. They're both facing a live or will-want-to-die-in-a-hole crisis and either is looking forward to the latter. Kou chugged two glasses at the same time while Akihito try to swallow without tasting the alcohol.
And ultimately, Kou wins.
Manhattan = a classic whiskey cocktail that consist of a mixture of bourbon, sweet vermouth, dashes of bitters.
Vodka = distilled alcoholic drink that compose of water and ethanol