Somebody (me?) calls out "Shots!" and my friends (7-10 of us) and I all lie down in the middle of the room on our stomachs propped up on our elbows in a circle facing the center. Shots glasses are placed in the middle of the circle. On the far side of the shot glasses from me there is one larger tumbler glass. The liquor is poured and we all drink. I instantly start feeling veeeeeery friendly and cozy with the girl immediately to my right. We're kind of snuggling up against each other now, pushing our shoulders together and our hands meet (my right hand her left) and we hold hands with curved curled fingers while the next round is being poured. I think the guy with the tumbler is going to get wasted fast. I pick up my 2nd round and look to my left and right to make sure my friends have enough, I offer to pour some of mine into the cozy girl's glass but she has enough it turns out. I think if I'm already this hammered from 2 shots, how could Matt Damon in "Promised Land" possibly do 10 of them, that explained why he was so messed up in the morning.
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