Title: Undecided Part - Unknown

A Story by DownTheDrain

David and some friends had stayed out past the dorm curfew, and once you did that, there was no going back. If you weren’t inside by Midnight-sharp, you were s**t-outta-luck, as they liked to say.

“There’s no way in hell they sell us booze,” Jason insisted

“Why ‘ya always gotta be so negative for?” Ricky inquired.

7-11 stores always look fluorescent from the outside on dark winter nights.

“Pete looks oldest,” Hank threw in.

“No f****n’ way I’m doin’ it.”

“Oh come on, man. You got a beard!”

“I got peach fuzz!”

If one didn’t know better, they might think that these boys were in high school. They did indeed attend a state university, but they had already payed a visit to Albertson’s earlier in the night, and cheap, stolen wine was known to take a few years off the old maturity factor.

“If no one’s gonna go in I just say f**k it.” Jason stated.

“Oh, come on, man, come on! There’s a foreigner at the counter! They don’t check I.D. and you know it!” Hank shouted angrily.

“I don’t know…” Pete added in such a way so as to indicate he didn’t want to be noticed.

“P***y,” Hank said.

“F**k you, man,” Pete shot back.

“What do you say, Dave?”

David had been a quiet witness to the argument. He hadn’t drank any of the wine either, leaving him as the obvious choice to make a clear-headed decision.

David took a deep breath.

“I’m staying out of it,” he began, “If you guys want it- handle it yourselves. Just don’t throw blame if you get caught. I doubt you’ll have any more fun if you do get it- I mean- you’ll be too plastered to remember.”

They observed the sage, mouths agape.

“Do what you gotta do… it’s out of my hands,” he finished up; clichés intact.

The zealots were humbled. Much downward staring and kicking of feet occurred. Suffice it to say: they sobered up.

“Yeah…”

A long pause ensued.