An Old Acquaintance

Tilting her head back, her collar undone exposing her slender neck, Sarah let the amber liquid slide down her throat burning the entire way down. With a grimace on her freckled face, she slammed the wooden shot-glass back down on the table. Marissa, the auburn-haired woman sitting across from her, mirrored her movements with a shot-glass of her own. Each side of the table had an equal number of empty shot-glasses, this last one making six each.

"Nope... You, you win... I can't do another one." Sarah said as she shook her head side to side, her sandy blonde hair swinging loosely.

"Oh, c'mon, we were just getting started." Marissa ribbed her, looking completely sober.