Chapter 336 Drinking
My nerves didn't even put a dent in the party vibe.
One of Brad's classmates, the grill master, came swaggering over with a bunch of greasy skewers in each hand. He dumped them on a big tray and hollered, "Mr. Pitt, the BBQ's ready! Get it while it's hot. Hey, someone grab the drinks. Let's dig in!"
This dude knew his way around a grill, no doubt.
Brad strolled over and grabbed my hand. His warm touch totally calmed me down. He led me to the table, handed me a skewer, and I took a bite. The flavor explosion in my mouth was pure bliss.
Man, those were the days. Those four years with Brad were the peak of my youth. Every time I think back, I get hit with a wave of happiness.
I thought, 'Whatever, just enjoy the moment. As long as my folks are healthy and Brad and I are solid, nothing else matters.'
The stuff in the iron pots was ready too. One had beef stew, the other lamb stew.
The smell was mouthwatering. I watched the steaming bowls hit the table, practically drooling. When no one was looking, I snuck a piece of beef into my mouth. It was so hot and tasty, I couldn't spit it out, so I just kept blowing on it to cool it down.
Brad chuckled, pulled out a napkin, and wiped the oil off my lips, his eyes all soft and sweet. "Slow down! There's plenty; no need to rush. Don't burn yourself."
"It's amazing, Brad. You gotta try it." I grabbed another piece of beef with my bare hands and offered it to him.
Brad and I were different. I was spoiled by him and didn't care if anyone laughed at me because Brad had my back. But he couldn't be like that; he was a teacher. He had to keep a straight face to stay in charge in front of the students.
I held the beef to Brad's lips, playfully insisting he try it.
Brad glanced around. When no one was looking, he quickly took the beef into his mouth, even using his tongue to lick my fingers.
My fingers tingled, and my face went red.
Brad chewed the beef, giving me a teasing smile.
Three grills were going full blast; the grill master was working like a madman, occasionally wiping the sweat off his forehead.
The BBQ was served up in no time. The guys and gals were all wide-eyed and drooling. The food was so hot it burned their mouth, but no way were they letting go of those hot skewers. Before long, the table was littered with empty sticks, and everyone kept raving about how good it was.
There were like fifty or sixty people around, all chowing down and having a blast.
Everyone ditched their top student personas and just dug in, not caring about their image. All the formalities and speeches were tossed aside; nothing beat the taste of those skewers.
The grill master was stoked seeing everyone so happy and hearing all the praise. In his excitement, he knocked back half a cup of strong booze, earning a round of applause.
Soon enough, Brad and I were surrounded by classmates, each one coming up to toast with us.
The guys had booze, and most of the girls had juice. The birthday wishes were surprisingly uniform, "Happy birthday, Brad, and to your future wife, Jane, may her beauty only grow."
I blushed but was secretly thrilled. Denying it was pointless, so I just owned up to being Brad's future wife. Brad was right; I'd be his wife sooner or later, so let them call me that.
In less than an hour, Brad was already tipsy, his eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, and his hands getting shaky.
"Are you okay? Let me take over the drinking," I whispered to Brad, worried he wouldn't hold up, seeing the half-barrel of strong booze left.
"No need, I can still drink," Brad said, waiting for a guy in a white shirt to finish pouring his drink and giving his congrats, then thanked him and raised his glass.
I held Brad's glass with both hands, afraid it would slip from his unsteady grip.
Brad forced down a few more rounds, then got even more hammered. He seemed to forget he was with his students and thought he was at home, puckering up for a kiss several times.
Getting teased and eyed by the classmates, I was super embarrassed.
I thought, 'Brad, don't be so cheeky. Do you think this is your bedroom where you can kiss whenever you want? Brad, be dignified!'
When Brad asked for a kiss for the third time, I decisively took his glass, downed the drink, and took over the toasting with the students lined up to drink with me.
These students didn't hold back just because I was a girl; if anything, they got even more hyped. According to them, they were usually the ones getting bossed around. This was their only chance to let loose, and they weren't going to miss it.
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