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"Three shots of tequila for me please." I told the barman. Then I turned to Lucas.

"Aren't you ordering something?" I asked him.

"No. If we do go upstairs, I want whatever we do up there to be memorable. I don't want to get drunk."

"Three shots aren't enough to get me drunk. It'll just give the bit of courage I need for whatever is gonna happen tonight." I took the first little glass and emptied the drink into my mouth.

Lucas stared at me, ...