My lack of manners

What do you do when Princess Zelda is in trouble? SEND LINK TO THE RESCUE.

This passing Friday, HB and I decided to go out dancing at a new club night opening on whyte ave.

We amused ourselves watching some severely drunk 18 year old girls dance their asses off (and out of their skirts) on the dance floor, and its my turn to buy us some drinks.

As I'm waiting at the bar for my change, a guy next to me says that he's bought 4 shots, but only has 3 friends, and wants to know if I want the extra one.

HMM.

"What is it?" - Larissa.

"Jager." - Guy, lets call him... SPARTACUS to make this interesting.

"Ohh.. Jager always means bad nights."

I always say this, but apparently can never turn down a Jager shot.

Needless to say we all cheers and down them, but WAIT, one of the guys hasn't drank his.

This post-shot moment is awkward because now I'm wondering if I have to make mandatory small talk with Spartacus. Meanwhile, his friend is bitching about how he doesn't like Jager and refuses to drink it.

I look at Spartacus, waiting to see if he's going to make conversation, but he doesn't, so, ever classy, I say:

"Your friend's a sissy. --- WELL, thanks!"

And I salute.

He salutes back.

I leave.

If only life was always this simple.

We also ended up dancing awkwardly beside some young boy trying to obviously get up in our grill, when a much older man decides to strike up a conversation with us. "How are you?"s and "Been here before?"s are exchanged until the younger guy walks away, and the older guy shakes my hand.

"Well, I'm gonna go then, just wanted to save you from the creeper," he says.

SO GENTLEMANLY!

I offered him 5 dollars and said he should start a business as a cock block.

I'm going to not talk in length about yelling "NOT TO YOUR BED" to a guy who asked where we were going, and the brief argument/"SEE YOU IN HELL" moment with a severely drunk man at Black Dog.

Shenaniganly Yours,

L