bar hopping omo
you and your pals are celebrating someone's birthday by bar hopping down main street and having 25 shots at 20 different bars (because some offer 2 drink specials for birthday pals).
the night starts off giggly to begin with, everyone eager pre-agreed to do a mutual hold tonight, the first one to pee has to pay for 50% of the drinks, while the remaining 7 of the group split the rest of the total bill. $5 wells shots times 8 people at 25 bars would be 1k minimum altogether, and some of the shots were more expensive. not to mention, the group would tip nicely at each venue. the group would of course designate a person to pay at each place, and then do the math once sobered up a following day in order to respect the bar tenders and each other to be fair.
the giggly group enters the bar, birthday boy at the front, first to pay. "a round of lemon drops my fine friend! this is round 1 of 25 as we bar hop tonight! thank you for starting us off with a pucker and a punch!"
bar 2 is a special birthday shot the group takes together. bar 3 is a jolly rancher. bar 4 is a green tea. some of the light weights in the group are starting to get tipsy. not even a fifth of the way in! bar 5 is birthday cake shot. and a water checkpoint. the group agreed to drink 500ml minimum after 5 shots. 2.5 liters total throughout the bar hopping, plus the 25 shots. bar 6 is another lemon drop. bar 7 is a round of top shelf tequila with lime and salt. bar 8 is a shot of cheap vodka with a coke back. bar 9 is a shot of top shelf vodka. bar 10 is another shot of mid tier tequila. and 500ml of water.
one member of the group is in serious doubt of their ability to make it to 25 shots without peeing. another is eager to feel the effects of 25 shots of spirit in their system. the group is getting louder at the bars now, more shrieking in laughter. less inhibited. more flirtatious. the night goes on.
bar 11: jello shot. bar 12: shot of vodka with a pickle back. bar 13: fireball. bar 14: baby guinness. bar 15: the group gets dared into ordering double irish coffees by a group of college frat boys at this bar. the horndogs cheer on the party of 8, who are stumbling at this point in the evening, to chug the 500ml of their 2nd liter of the night. this is motivating factor for the group to keep going. they tell their sober dd chaperone they want to go to the next bar. some are bouncing and jiggling and squirming more than others, but the thrill and confidence is still present to keep playing. the bill is mounting, as is the bladder pressure! bar 16: lemon drop. bar 17: tequila. bar 18: tequila. bar 19: tequila. bar 20 birthday special shot, and another 500ml of water. some of the group start sucking on the lime juices still on their fingers to distract them from how much liquid they've been holding the past couple of hours, walking and riding to bar after bar after bar. the group decides they'll eat at the last bar for an even fuller sensation inside, and to help calm the intoxication effects from so many shots. each person will pay for their own meal, a separate transaction calculation outside of the drinks. although of course, a glass of wine with dinner would be necessary, contributing to their hold competition. bar 21: b-52 shot. bar 22: kamikaze shot. bar 23: green tea shot. bar 24: jager bomb. bar 25: special birthday cocktail (more than a shot!). the group stuffs themselves full of the appetizer bread and butter, carbo loading after bringing so much high percentage booze into their system. the sheer fear from having to pay a whopping half of the bill for the evening keeping them holding their pee inside, even though some of them were getting extremely desperate at this point.
the hot meals start coming out: chicken parmesan pasta with a side salad. someone in the group has been texting a frat boy from the interaction earlier in the evening. it says they dare the group to drink a second glass of wine. each of the 8, afraid to be the first to give in to the mounting desperation to release, accept the dare. they're holding more than 3 liters now! hmmmm, hang on, only seven of the eight have fully drank their second glass of wine after their dinner before dessert. because of course the frat boys dared the party group to order more food to stuff inside their aching full and heavy bellies. one person still has a quarter of their glass to go! can they swallow it down? they eye the red juice intimidatingly staring back into their soul. they reach towards the glass, hesitate, and then jump up from their seat and walk-run as fast as they can to the bathroom. the rest of the group can't help up go into an uproar, although that causes some folks to leak and the instantly stop and regret celebrating their friend's loss. two people quickly follow suit and become the second and third to pee. the remaining five look at each other, and agree to an extension challenge: the last to have to pee would be removed from the bill equation, not having to pay anything. the frat boys of course catch wind of this, and demand the tipsy, drunk, delirious, dumb group to have a double espresso martini. and and other 500ml of water to drink within 30 minutes of the drinks arriving. before the martinis arrive, one person leaves the table to pee. the other pee-ers having returned from their release in the bathroom. the first to pee gets a mocking cheer and ovation for their loss, and they blush in defeat at how easily they gave in to their desperation. now it's their turn to mock the remaining four to pee, as they each drain their martinis and start slowly sipping on the half liter dare. the other half start taking bets on who will be next to go. "look, she's squirming so badly, she's gotta be next!" "no, he's steathily grabbing his crotch through his pocket, he must be so close to leaking!" it ends up being another, overwhelmed at the betting going on and almost needing the attention to be the one to give in next and not last. three to go! squirmer, pocket crotch, and the third, who is the first to finish all of the water, with only 10 minutes remaining to drink it by. who knows what the frat boys have in mind for what happens if the other two don't finish in time. pocket crotch gives a desperate whimper and leaps from the table, unable to contain himself any longer. squirmer is holding her drink, but not looking happy at having to drink even more inside. the betting continues. "she's gonna lose for sure! she can't hold it much longer!" "bet she won't even be able to finish her drink in time!" "ooh, she better chug if she doesn't want to pay!" some moan when she manages to finish the water in time for the frat boy challenge, mad at their own betting loss. the frat boys challenge the holders to walk to the bathroom and then back. to get up, to move, to be teased at a place they desperately want to find relief in but can't stop at. they both groan and moan when getting themselves from the table, slowly waddle walking towards the bathroom. they each walk to the room with the stalls. the squirmer suddenly gasps and shoves her hand between her legs. "ohhhhh!" she cries, and she runs into a stall, not even closing the door behind her while she drops her pants and panties and pisses herself silly. the winner chuckles to themselves, looking to the dd chaperone who will let the group know who ultimately was the last to let go of their hold. what a fun night of bar hopping! no need to do the math tonight, that'll be repayment and configuration for later. for the rest of the night though, there's a group of frat boys to flirt with. and maybe visit.....!
