Color Me Grey: Book One of the Alexis Stanton Chronicles
Colin and Sara. I rarely drank
anymore and it usually spelled trouble.
    “ Be right back.” And then Sara started
her bar wench walk up to Anthony to fill our order.
    Colin was giving me a look so I said, “What,
I’ve had a rough day. I’m over twenty-one, I can legally drink.” He
was still looking at me. “Alright,” I said. “I’ll be good.” I gave
him the most sincere smile I could muster. “Hey, I could have
ordered a bourbon,” I added.
    “ This is true,” he said. “I’ll make
sure you get home safe.” Then he grinned because he knew I would
probably be just fine once I had some liquor in my
belly.
    I began to watch the band. The big white sign
with changeable letters next to the stage read, “Incompetence.”
What a name for a band. I hadn’t heard of them but they were doing
a pretty good job. Not too incompetent.
    Colin had kept his eyes on the big guy at the
bar. Then Sara returned with our drinks. I took my shot straight
from her tray and threw it back and said, “Will you bring me two
more?” I handed her a fifty for the lot and sat back to await the
arrival of my other invincibility potions.
    “ You’re going to be sorry,” Colin
said.
    “ I know it, but I have to gather up
enough courage to go face off with the guy. Besides, I get a little
flirty when I drink so I think I might be able to flirt the guy to
death.” I smiled. I hadn’t drunk alcohol in several months and I
was already feeling the effects of the first shot.
    “ Here you go,” Sara said with a
concerned look on her face. “There’s a guy at the bar asking about
you. Is everything alright?” she asked.
    I didn’t pick up either of the two shots
sitting in front of me yet. I just sat there looking at them. Sara
laid my change on the table and turned to leave.
    I yelled over the noise, “Sara!” She turned
back to our table. “Everything’s fine. Maybe you could try finding
out who he is ‘cause I don’t know. Oh, and keep the change,” I said
laying it back on her tray with a genuine smile.
    “ Thanks. I will,” she said and went
about her business of selling booze.
    “ Colin, just ignore him. I’ll take care
of it later. I’m sure you didn’t come here tonight to baby-sit me,”
I said.
    “ Not a bad band,” he replied. “If you
drink those other two shots, I’ll dance with you,” he said with a
big grin.
    I was a pretty good dancer. Mom had made me
take dancing lessons along with the etiquette classes. I hated it
then but was grateful now. Colin wanted me to be drunk on the dance
floor because I was more fun that way. I was pretty reserved until
you chipped away at the inhibitions with whiskey.
    I slammed down the second whiskey and caught
a gag in my throat. I sipped my Coke for a few minutes watching the
band, letting my stomach settle.
    “ Hurry up with that last shot,” Colin
hollered at me. “I’m in the mood to dance.”
    Peer pressure. I grabbed the whiskey and
brought it to my mouth then quickly moved it away. I could smell it
and that made my stomach turn. Just slam it and you’ll be over it.
You’re the stupid one who ordered it in the first place. I thought
to myself. I lifted it back to my mouth being careful to take a
deep breath before it got too close and then swallowed it down. I
was feeling the effects of the first drink but not the other two
yet.
    Colin stood up and led me to the dance floor.
By the time we had waded through the tables and people I was
feeling the second shot and had forgotten all about Army Boy at the
bar.
    After the first song I was feeling really
good and cockier than ever. I told Colin I was going to use the
restroom so he mouthed, “Be good,” at me then began to dance with
another girl that we knew from the club.
    I walked a straight line to the bathrooms not
even glancing in the direction of Army Boy because I had totally
forgotten about him. I really had to pee. I made my way down the
hall to the women’s restroom. They were large enough that

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