The drink sat there, mocking me.
Around me, the party was in full swing, and the beer sat there, daring me to drink it.
Sean had got it for me, and I hated him for it. He knew my history with alcohol, and yet he gave me a beer.
Pretty soon, everyone around me would notice that I wasn't actually drinking my drink.
I picked up the glass, and I decided to say to hell with it, and took a gulp.
The taste of beer, but none of the alcohol.
I took back everything bad I thought about Sean previously.
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