By the end of the night, I was quite tipsy, so I decided to pay my bill. Others around me kept drinking and keeping the night alive. As soon as I paid, I regretted it. I wanted more, but only a little. I purposefully scanned for unwanted but enticing drinks. I found a nice, clear cocktail that I began to sip.
“Hey! That’s my gin and tonic!” said a co-worker, quite inflamed.
“No,” I said. “It’s my mojito.”
After that, only a dropped jaw from the co-worker. I smiled. He looked around.
“For some reason, Kristy is renaming my drinks!” He shouted to anyone nearby.
But, nobody cared, and I kept drinking.
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