I gripped the smooth oval shaped bottle in my hand. In the other hand with my fingers wrapped around the miniature glass cup, I felt the glass groves the harder I squeezed the sharper the groves began to feel. It was like I was gripping an ancient blade which had blunted throughout the generations. I began to slowly pour the liquid in my cup and it steadily began to fill. It filled up to the brim. I placed the edge of the cup towards my lips. The smell was extremely overpowering sending small shivers of disgust every time I in hailed the fumes. The smell reminded me scent of a bittersweet permanent marker. I glanced at my friends one last time before I tossed the Tequila down my throat. They both were looking forward eagerly in anticipation. Then a quick backwards jerk of my head-the distasteful drink poured down my throat and I could feel it go down into my stomach and settle. The hotness felt like hot acid leaving a warm tinge to my insides. After I unscringed my face I passed the bottle to Ryan.