Raul smiled, “Jose Cuervo?”
“You want me to drink a shot?”
“Si. It will fix your cold. You’ll be able to breathe.”
“No way, uh-uh.”
“Bring her a shot! Bring her one!”
It was too late. He listened to her and went to get me a shot. Soon after, he was laying it all out in front of me. A napkin was placed on the table. The shot of tequila was placed on the napkin. A lemon wedge was on the rim of the glass. I licked my wrist and shook salt on it. “God forgive me for all of my sins. Salud.” I licked the salt off my wrist and threw back the shot. I quickly swallowed and bit down on the lemon. “Augh, Jesus. Why do I do this?” Raul and Melissa both laughed at me and I threated their lives for it.
“Raul, bring her another.”
“No!” Again, he ran off into the back. The assembly line started again. Salt, tequila, lemon. “Okay, that is it. Three margaritas and two shot of Jose Cuervo are good enough for it being before two in the afternoon. I am done.”
Raul seemed satisfied and walked away. Melissa began the interrogation. “Heard from Jack yet?”
“The day is still young.”
“Yeah, I won’t hear from him. He’s already on his way to North Carolina to be happy and find another piece of ass. I can’t believe I’m eating fried ice cream with shots of tequila.”
“It’s very impressive.”
I reached for another spoonful when number three was revealed. Raul laid the line out all over again. “Oh, not three. I can’t do this anymore.”
“For you, Melanie.”
“No, for Melissa.” I pushed it over to her.
“Nope. I can’t drink anymore because I have to go to work in a few hours. That’s all you.” She slid it back to me.
“I guess it is alcohol abuse if I don’t do it. Here’s to being without a regular lay.” Salt, Tequila, Lemon. Shot number three was down the hatch.
“It’s because I wasn’t here for your birthday. We’ve got to celebrate now.”
“It doesn’t seem like you are celebrating quite like I am.”
“Uh-oh! Another shot for the birthday girl!”
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