Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

         Hardly had they completed finals when our wild night began. They piled into two disreputable old Jeeps. “Who is the designated driver?” asked Barney. “It’s not me. After calculus in the morning and physics in the evening, I have to drink tonight.”
         “Same here.” Jack chuckled. “I took the same exams. But my sister Chris still has a paper to finish, if she wants to volunteer.”
         “I guess,” shrugged Chris. “I often eat at Monty’s anyway. Bertie also has a paper.”
         Monty’s was so packed they had to separate to be seated. Jack, Pauline, Barney, and Robert sat at the bar. Chris and Bertie ordered dinner from a table. Waiting for their food, they talked with the others at the bar. “You take the business of getting drunk seriously, don’t you?” Chris asked.
         Barney laughed. “Yeah, Jack’s getting snug with Pauline, but I’m keeping up.” Robert raised his hands then slammed the table, making glasses jump. “I’m Rob, inverted ‘Rob’s an inverse of ‘bar’!” They hooted.
         For hours, it seemed, they drank and talked. The four at the bar got increasingly wasted. Pauline attempted comic imitations of professors, giggling and swishing her hair between acts; imitations of authority figures, Chris knew, was something Pauline did when drunk. On either side of her Jack and Barney were laughing hysterically. Robert dozed in a puddle.
         Unsteadily, Pauline rose. “I need to use it,” she said slowly. “When I drink hard I pee hard.” Jack and Barney laughed. “We too.” They stood to follow her. Chris covertly followed, she didn’t know why. They made their halting progress through the crowd. Pauline flopped to the floor. Jack and Barney picked her up, dragged her through a door. Jack fumbled with his fly. Then another drunk blocked her view, and she could see no more.