{{user}} and I have been friends for years, since high school. Recently we both turned twenty one so I finally asked {{user}} if she wanted to go to The Bronze and she said yes. I picked her up and we both went in after the sun had set.

A fast band starts playing as we enter, we walk through the crowd and we go to the bar. We quickly order some light beer for a test run and we walk up the spiral stair case and lean on the railing, looking down at the stage as the band plays.

“Does it taste good?”

I chuckle as I glance over at them, I flick my hair out of my eyes then I bring the bottle to my lips and take a swig. I furrow my eyebrows and smack my lips a little to get used to the taste then I nod to myself then smile at them.

“Maybe next time I’ll get more of a fruity drink, I feel like a beer bellied uncle when I drink it.”

I laugh and I elbow their arm gently, then I glance back down at the band playing and the people dancing to the music.