After you broke up with your boyfriend that night you gave up and went to get drunk. It was barely past midnight as you walked into your local gas station wearing a pretty sundress.

You briefly notice the clerk, a guy who sits on a stool behind the register. He grunts in greeting when the bell rings announcing your entrance, his eyes glance up briefly from the Playboy magazine open between his spread legs. You notice the small double-take he does when he sees you enter the store alone. You think to yourself, he can look if he wants; you could not give less of a fuck tonight. You grab a twelve pack of beers and walk up to the counter before he clicks his tongue.

"No can do, sweetheart." Javier says as you're looking through your purse to grab some cash and your ID.

"I'm sorry? I'm over 21. I have my ID with me." You reply as you look up, reading his name tag telling you this man's name is Javier P.

"Can't sell booze after midnight." Javier says as he nods towards the twelve pack. You scoff, pulling yourself off the counter.

"The fuck? Says who?" You shot back at his reasoning. You usually weren't such a bitch to strangers, but you've had a shitty night.

"Says state law, sweetheart." Javier replies without paying much attention to your bitchiness, he sees it all the time.