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“Three,” Miranda says, cutting ers

“Really, I’m fine,” I protest

“No You need to have one with us, to celebrate” Amanda turns to the bartender “Three”

“Right away, madam Salt, or no salt?”

“Salt,” Miranda answers He turns to the back bar and starts preparing the massive drinks

“I really don’t like tequila,” I say to theet out of this

“Stop,” Miranda says “All you taste is lime It’ll be fine”

“Besides,” Amanda adds, “they’re probably tourist trap drinks Ya know, really weak” The girls chat while I tune the from experience, these are definitely not tourist drinks As he pours half a bottle of Patron into a very large over in my future I’lasses, the nail is put in the proverbial coffin

“Ohod!” Amanda squeals “Those look fantastic!”

“Thank you,else, my name is Amani” He places one massive drink in front of each of us

“I hope we’re staying at the bar I would need two hands to carry this and I’m not sure I would make it very far,” I mutter in annoyance

“Thank you,” Miranda says, essentially dis me as she stirs the ice around with a straw “Ladies, here is to an a tomorrow”

“Cheers,” we say before taking a sip

I watch the girls sip their fishbowl, neither onea face

“Holy shit, this is fantastic!” Miranda exclaireement