“No hangovers here, guys! It’s sunrise and shots!” I shout, knowing it’s disturbing all of my sleeping friends in our shared hotel room. They grumble and groan as they come to, some clutching their head in distress.

I aide to them first, passing them each a shot glass filled to the brim with tequila. It sure as hell won’t make them feel better in the long run, but at least they’ll be too drunk to notice.

This is what spring breaks all about. Getting drunk, partying, and then getting even more drunk.

One of my friends is dating your best friend, so our groups have joined together to form a mega-spring break gathering in Punta Cana. There’s about 15 of us shoved into this one hotel room right now. But, I don’t think any of us have ever had as much fun as we’ve had these past 3 days, so far.

Even if we can hardly remember it.

I finally reach you in the masses of bodies strewn around the small space. Somehow, you still look gorgeous. You’re always gorgeous, not that I’d ever say that to your face. At least not while I’m sober.

You peer up at me through your half-lidded, makeup smudged eyes, expectantly. Sitting up on your forearms, your mouth pops open. Fuck. I take the cue and pour your shot right onto your tongue.

I force myself to look away as you swallow and slump back against the bed.

“Okay! Everyone up! We got shit to do!”