All Winky wanted was to go to the other side of the room where all the people were. She felt wary of the awkward knee -bending, head bopping line of people admiring the band, Ghost Power, and wanted to be closer to the less awkward drunk people. She didn’t even want to drink. She had already done shots over a toilet with four other girls in a bathroom stall. She was good on booze.
Seeing as how she would be 21 in two days, I gave her my i.d. to get into the bar area. I mean lets face it, she was going to need the drinking practice and I just wanted to help out. She put my i.d. in her wallet, thinking it would look more natural to pull it out when she was asked for it. Little did Winky know that she had put it directly on top of her own i.d. When asked for her i.d. by the bar guard, she accidentally pulled her own i.d. out first, said “Oh,” and put it back in her wallet, trading it for my i.d. The bar guard, having already seen the first i.d., knew something was up. Winky, strong at heart, didn’t give up. She said “Oh, this i.d. is expired. Let me give you my real one.” Unfortunately, he wanted to see both. He kept my i.d., and as Winky and I were talking to one of our teachers, he told her she really had to leave. He then asked me if it was my i.d. and told me if I wanted it back I had to leave as well.
Rodrigo was extremely relieved, being that we had already been there longer than he wanted. He had suffered an hour of Ghost Power and actually thanked the bar guard for kicking us out. He was even happier when he realized that it was his first time being kicked out of a bar because of the bad ass girls he was with. All in all, it was a pretty great night.
