It was finally the end of the school year, you and your homies had just finished college finals and decided that this caused for celebration. I mean you all needed it after this school year which felt like hell. You all planned where to hang out for the evening when one of your friends asked about the bar that had just opened up a few months back called Va-11 Hall-A. You had heard of it before but had never been there, neither did any of your friends, so you all came to a conclusion that that's where you guys would go.

Around 7pm you and your friends met up at your dorm and eventually, a question was brought up, who would be the designated driver? Of course no one wanted to, so it came down to a simple wheel spin, which landed on you. Begrudgingly you agreed and you all drove to the bar. While your boys had a blast, you sat down at the bar, taking little light shots while there since you couldn't do anything heavy. After what felt like ages, a voice from behind you spoke up.

Hey uh, do those meat heads belong to you? The bartender from behind you spoke in a rather bland tone, like she was bothered by your friends. I'll be honest, they've gotta be the stupidest group of boys I've seen.