How we drunk a bit too much

One time, a few friends and I decided to have a drinking night. For two of them, it was their first time, so things went downhill pretty quickly. I remember we had a bottle of lemon Fernet, some vodka, and about two grams of weed. Since I didn’t want anyone from my class to find out I smoke, I passed on the joint, and so did the others—except for one guy, who smoked the whole thing by himself.

I wanted to take it slow with the drinking, but two of the others got their hands on the vodka and started chugging it like it was tea. One of them saw that and, not wanting to be left behind, started downing the Fernet, drinking half the bottle in no time. I quickly grabbed what was left of the vodka and took a few gulps. When I turned around, he had finished the entire bottle of Fernet by himself.

I just smiled to myself and thought we’d better hurry and get to the place we were supposed to sleep, which was about three kilometers away. I knew the longer we waited, the less chance we’d actually make it there. All three of them were stumbling and laughing while I felt like the only one keeping it together. Then, I heard a car horn and looked toward the road, only to see my buddy dancing almost in the middle of the street. Max and I quickly pulled him back, and he just laughed and fell into the ditch.

We eventually made it to the house, and one of the guys headed home. We were all about to go to sleep when, out of nowhere, we hear my friend throwing up and choking. I immediately started clearing his mouth to make sure he could breathe. I can proudly say I saved his life that night. After things calmed down, I went to bed, while Max stayed with him a bit longer to make sure he was alright. The next day, I woke up, and my friend was already gone, and my mom came to pick me up.