When we arrived at the club for our celebration, we found Cole and Blaze wasted at the bar. The guys had to leave earlier because the ladies were taking a long time figuring out what to wear.
"Hey guys" Cole, who was so very wasted, called out to us.
"We leave you for an hour and you get wasted?"
For clarification's sake, the boys went an hour ahead of us.
"Hey, I'm not wasted. Blaze is." Cole protested.
"Just kidding. I mean we didn't come here to pray right? Drink all you can. Since I'm the most heavyweight I'll drive." I smiled as I sat down next to Cole with Chess on the other side.
With a flash of a smile, Martha got the bartender ready to take our orders.
" I'll have a martini." Martha ordered.
"I'll have a Royal arrival." I just shook my head at Blast's order.
"I'll take a French 75." That was chess.
"I'll have a Cobbler style Rye Whiskey Cocktail." I ordered with satisfaction.