When I’m sober, I am considerate, caring and respectful of other peoples’ boundaries. I try to make people feel comfortable at all times and don’t try to push people into things they don’t want to do but… once I’ve had a drink or two, I become such a bad influence.
Before I go any further, I reckon I should introduce myself. My name is Ava. I’m 23 years old, I’m 5’7, I have straight, brunette hair and slightly tanned skin owing to my Dad’s Greek roots and I am a massive slut.
This story concerns my best friend, Barbara. Barbara was homeschooled because her parents are strictly religious so we didn’t meet at school but rather we both work in the same shop. Barbara is a very quiet girl and, just like her parents, very religious. Unlike me, she rarely drinks. It isn’t prohibited by her religion but she thinks that bars and clubs are places “where sin happens”.
We might sound like an unlikely friendship but, once you get past the introversion and the stern religious beliefs, she is a lovely person.