Ashanté took the hint.
Tiffany and Keiko stood up on wobbly legs, but Ashanté remained seated.
"You go ahead. I'll order a drink." She read the menu while the cowboys led the other girls to the dance floor.
What would the others want?
She had no idea what to order; the fall quarter had just started and she didn't know her roommates that well. Only that they liked country music. She ordered a pitcher of mojitos and hoped it was okay.
It didn't occur to her that she wasn't legally old enough to drink yet.
Omigod, I forgot! But what else is there to do in a bar except drink? And the waitress didn't card me. Thank God.
What could she do if the authorities called her parents?
Die of embarrassment. That's what.
The waitress returned with a pitcher and three glasses. Ashanté took a sip. Oooh, not bad. She'd never had liquor before, and got buzzed on one glass.
Heh. Not bad at all! Who knew rum could taste so good? Hehe. Really good. She poured another. What would her mother think if she could see Ashanté now, drinking liquor in a honky-tonk?
Omigod, Mom!
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Ashes
Romance// BWWM romance // A black teen tries to make a name for herself in the mostly white world of country music. Ashanté wants to be a star like her idols Mickey Guyton, Vicki Vann and Rissi Palmer. Unfortunately, she gets nervous whenever she has to...
