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Story:

The weather on the rooftop was pleasant. It had lightly rained. So, the weather was slightly cold but since it was the mid of the July, it wasn’t chilly.

We had a small rooftop garden spread to the all four corners of our trectangular rooftop. In the middle, we had a decorative stone table with chairs kept around it and decorative antique looking lamps to add to the beauty of the decore.

She had put the bottle on the table with some Indian snacks.

I opened the bottle and I poured the very first drinks for us.

“Don’t make mine small. Make it the same size as yours.”, She instructed.

“You won’t be able to handle it.” I replied.

“I don’t need to. I am drinking with you. You will handle me.”, She smirked.

I poured her drink again. Since it was our first drink, we took the shots to our nose and smelled it like a novice. It smelled like whiskey.

Then we looked at each other for a second and with the traditional sound of “Cheers”, we both chugged the shot.

We cleared our throat as it made it’s way from there to our stomach and made strange faces as it felt bitter in our mouth.

We put the glasses back on the table and she poured us the drinks again.

I looked at her surprised.

“Come...