Fraternizing

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"Shots… shots… shots…shots…" It was all I heard as I threw back tequila shot after tequila shot. My head was pounding with every chant that left those fucker's mouths and I knew at any second I was probably going to puke every ounce of that shit up, but through the incessant bangs in my head, I told myself not to give these assholes the satisfaction. I would keep that shit down if it killed me.

"Come on Staff Sergeant select, throw em' back, motherfucker." God, I loved my brothers, but half the time, I hated them.

Like now.

Finding out I was selected to pick up Staff Sergeant in the Marine Corps was not only a reason to celebrate; it was a reason to get downright trashed. These guys, my brothers in arms, promised me, from the second I received the good news that tonight would be the night that I cleaned the bar out, and by the looks of things, they weren't lying.

Coyotes was jam packed. Not only was it a Friday night, but with selection news being thrown around, and being stationed in the fucking boonies of Twentynine Palms, everybody had a reason to come out and party. This place was the Marines hang-out. There was always the Enlisted Club--or E-Club--on base, but fuck it, we were too restricted there, and these fuckers wanted to kill my liver tonight, so out in town we went.

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