Personal Narrative-Lace

An old blues song played in the background of the torn up tavern. The music was loud, the noise was blaring and people spilled out on to the streets. It was Friday night, a packed night and the energy in the room was easy. They were young and having the best time of their lives.
Z felt every eye in the room watching her. She dipped back and sucked the vodka from the dangling cherry being held in front of her. Jokingly, she moaned, gaining the whistles of a few guys watching from the back. Waiting until they quieted down, she bit into the cherry finding the seed in the center, tossed it into the bucket and downed the whole shot glass with no hands. The whole bar burst with cheer, clapping and whistling. Damn, she loved nights like tonight! …show more content…
Z cupped her sweet innocent face, “Let go! Have some fun!”
Usually, Serena would have been right up there with her drinking shot after shot, but after finding “the love of her life” she had suddenly become a bore! It was a Friday night, their night, to finally let loose! No classes, no studying and definitely no boys.
“C’mon, let’s go to the next bar!” She grabbed Serena’s arm, not caring that they had just reached this bar and began the treacherous trek to the