"Oh? For me? What is it?"
"Vodka."
"You're too sweet, Maria. Thank you," John said and accepted the drink.
"No problem. So, um... Are you busy? Maybe we can chat," Maria asked with a sheepish smile.
"Actually, I'm here with friends."
"Oh..." Maria's smile faltered and she cast her gaze downwards.
"Why don't you come with me?"
"Are you sure?"
"Of course," John said and gestured at the trio, waiting by the bar.
He took her free hand and walked her to the bar.
"Hi, girls," John greeted.
"Hey Maria," they greeted and smiled.
The group spent the night drinking, dancing, and laughing. It was the perfect way to unwind and forget the horrors of the outside world.
John danced with each of the girls, enjoying the feeling of their bodies pressing against his.
He also had a couple more drinks before deciding he'd had enough.
"I think I've had a little too much to drink," John slurred.