Long-time lurker, first time poster. Trigger warning, intoxication was involved but everything was consensual. No names are real, even mine.
This happened my sophomore year at a small private college in New England. It was early in the Fall semester and I was still getting over being dumped by the “love of my life” that summer. He was not my first and only, but the young dumb me thought he was end game and was devastated.
My friend Sara decided after seeing me spend a week in sweatpants I needed to get out and forget him. So she rounded up the friend group and we headed out with our pathetically obvious fake IDs to the local bar that had no worries. Multiple rounds of shots were had and for the first time in a month I was not preoccupied with lost love.