When the iPhone struck midnight, they all raised their glasses up, down, in, out and chug! They had created together, accomplished together, and now they celebrated together, their project and her birthday.
He wouldn't tell her what the shot was, this mystery Birthday shot. He didn't have to. He was a true character in her life, one whom she once believed to be her nemesis, since, grown to see him as a trustworthy friend. Someone who could buy her, Little Miss Lightweight, a Birthday shot, not tell her what it was and she'd down it.
She did. Or tried to, anyway. Turns out it was Jamison. She drank it in three tries, spilling maybe a quarter of it all over the place as they all sang her Happy Birthday. Next thing she would know, she and the room would be spinning together as another friend twirled her around, leading her in dance. Then, the next thing after that would be that she... that all of them... were dancing on the table tops.
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