Who: Evan Jenkins & Jonathan Matthews What: Evan is celebrating a job well done in a completely responsible adult way. Shots, obviously. Where: a random bar in Miami When: Wednesday evening Warnings: Lots of cursing, douchery, and drinking, probably.
Evan took a moment to smile at some random checking him and offered them a wink before he glanced down at the three shots before taking a deep breath. It had been both simultaneously the worst and best night of his life. Not only had he rocked that surgery, but there had been a moment where everyone thought, including himself, that things would not bode well for his patient. The problem with working with kids was that sometimes you got attached, and as much as he was the kind of guy who could detach himself, that was hard when the patient looking up at him with big eyes, a missing tooth, a terrified look masked by a smile. Okay, sure. So, Evan was a marshmallow for the tiny teacup humans, but that didn't make him less of a bad ass.
Before he knew it, the shot glasses that had once stood before him on the bar were empty, and the only traces of the alcohol was the stinging in his throat. He let out a whoop, and spun his finger to signal the bartender to serve him up another round, and slammed his hands on the counter. He wasn't the biggest fan of tequila shots, but they worked in a pinch and for a three for one special, you couldn't go wrong, now could you? While the bartender readied the shots, he turned around and leaned back against the counter and propped up elbows as he scanned the bar. He was off for the next two days, which was astounding considering he hadn't had a day off in almost three weeks.
A smile formed on his lips as he signaled a 'Sup!' toward a few of his fellow residents, and watched as they all suddenly became 21 and college co-eds once more. He shook his head. College was such a terrible time. "Hey buddy," the bartender shouted, jarring him out of his thoughts, "I actually do have other people who might want a shot."
"Yeah, but they won't all be as pretty as me," Evan replied and downed the shots. "Fuck it, give these three some shots on me, too. And he clasped his hand on the man on his right and gave his shoulder a squeeze. "Bottoms up, mate," he said, which was far too British for an American, but he didn't care -- despite the disapproval ringing through in the back of his head.