We will meet again, JasonWe will meet again, Jason3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My fist slammed the shot glass down after I downed its contents in one gulp. The liquid burned my throat going down but left a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. A nod at the bartender and I found my glass filled again with the alcohol. My older brother Grant was sitting in the seat to the right of me; he was fidgeting with his phone and trying to drink at the same time. This proved to be an impossible task, especially in his intoxicated state. He only ended up spilling his shot all over himself, to the amusement of his girlfriend. I shook my head at how sloppy he was tonight. It was hard to believe we were even related. Then again, I had been downing shot for about an hour now so I probably didn't look any better than him at the moment.
After emptying my glass again, I tapped the table to get the bartenders attention. The short Hispanic man who had been serving my friends drinks was currently laughing at a stupid joke that my other brother Riley had made. He was slurring his words