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"Three shots of tequila for me please." I told the barman. Then I turned to Lucas.
"Aren't you ordering something?" I asked him.
"No. If we do go upstairs, I want whatever we do up there to be memorable. I don't want to get drunk."
"Three shots aren't enough to get me drunk. It'll just give the bit of courage I need for whatever is gonna happen tonight." I took the first little glass and emptied the drink into my mouth.
Lucas stared at me, silently.
"And what's gonna happen tonight?" he asked, shyly. I smirked at him before taking the two last drinks. I then turned to him and caressed his cheek.
"You're so innocent. Too bad you had to be friends with a crazy girl like me."
Before he could say anything, I grabbed his hand and led him into the house.