“You have to try this shot,” Ajit said.
She looked in Ajit’s face. His brown eyes were mischievous. He was such a dork, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t party… in his living room.
It was amazing, a delicious, head-spinning rush. “Oh my god, that’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted!”
“I know, right!” cried Ajit in return. “Hey, I know, let’s get Donny to try it!”
Ajit was trying to get everyone in the apartment to try this shot. And really, it was no wonder. Surely even Donny, who was uptight and refused to even touch alcohol, would at least have to admit that much.
“No,” said Donny.
“Aw, come on,” said Ajit, holding up the jello shot in a rubber cupcake wrapper, having run out of glasses. He sucked up half. “Here, now try it.”
He still refused.
Sharon grabbed the shot. “Maybe a little less…?” She sucked up most of the rest, leaving a film of the red happy face drink behind. She handed it to Donny.
He looked down into it warily. He sucked it up. “It’s not bad.”
“Yeah!” Ajit and Sharon high-fived.
“Another one!” cried Ajit.
They were gonna get him so drunk… Sharon smirked mischievously.