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A glass hit the floor with a loud shatter behind them, startling Kevin out of his half drunken haze.
He'd met up with Dan for a little catch-up at their favorite bar, Dan only rolling his eyes at all the drunk people and the amount of money they were willing to pay just to seem funny.
Dan had brought his own "drink", too stingy to pay for the disgusting bar tap water. He'd ordered a glass of wine, the cheapest they had, and dumped it into a nearby flower pot, filling the glass with his trusty grape juice.
It wasn't the best drink he'd ever had, but it beat the terrible mocktails or drying out. His friend, lovingly nicknamed Beervin, was on his 5th? 6th? beer, his tall body apparently able to store a lot of alcohol before it affected him noticeably.
As Kevin excused himself once again to take a leak, an old friend of theirs stumbled over to their table, Jack Daniels Daniel approached Grape Dan with a broad grin, clanking their glasses together.
Kevin returned and kissed Daniel on the head without warning, startling the man but giving away who he was by his loud giggling.
Daniel held the bottle in his hand out for Kevin to try, who took a quick swig and immediately started coughing loudly.
"uaaargh, that shit burns, how can you drink straight up petrol?!", he rasped as he washed the taste down with his trusty beer.
Daniel pointed to someone across the bar, waving them over to the table.
"You don't mind if i invite a friend over, do you?!", he grinned, knowing the answer already.
"This is Schnappscal", he introduced his blonde friend with a broad gesture.
Dan was about to ask him where that nickname came from, when Pascal held up a bottle of Schnapps, dumping a whole lot of it into 2 glasses, and gesturing at Daniel.
"Ooooh baby, come fill me up", Pascal moaned as Daniel filled the glasses to the rim with his whiskey.
They hooked their arms around each other and downed the mixture as if it was a little shot. Only a twitch in Pascal's eye revealed the true nature of their drinks.
Just as Dan had thought he'd seen enough anti-alcohol advertising, a bleach blonde man with mohawk stumbled to their table.
"Daaaaaviiiiid!!!", Beervin slurred and went to hug him on shaky legs.
Said David was holding 2 drinks, one in each hand. From Dan's very limited knowledge of drink variations, it was a Margarita and a Piña Colada. This man must be a delight...
And just as he expected, David's gaze focused on him, licking, or rather slobbering, the salt rim off his drink seductively. He made sure Dan was watching his every move, his tongue darting out periodically to pick up all the kernels.
Dan wasn't sure whether to be disgusted or aroused, David seemed skilled, but his breath must taste disgusting at best.
One stool on their table was still empty, Grape Dan had a hunch it wouldn't stay like that for much longer.
He felt a hand on his shoulder, and a beard scratch at his ear, oh there was number six. "Hey, my little virgin", Nico whispered in his ear. Oh, Dan was many things but surely not that.
Nico put a tray of shot glasses on the table, filled with a greenish liquid. Dan's face contorted in disgust, not that weird toothpaste shit.
"Pfeffiiiiiiis für alleeee", Nico yelled, making the whole table fall back into their old friendship rhythm of talking shit and drinking too much to register who they were currently kissing.
Dan held his phone in hand, making sure to document everything for the morning after.