The music got louder and the bartender smiled from ear to ear as Lola and Melissa threw back their fifth shot.

He turned to his colleague and whispered, “I'm betting the girls will throw one more back and then throw up,” 

“What about O’hare?” The other said. 

“Nah he can hold his liquor, I'll give him three more shots before he picks a fight though,” he grinned and they shook hands, locking in the bet. 

Lola drank from the straw in her daiquiri and ...