(Let me blow your mind real quick. I'm turning 20 in exactly 24 days. Meaning I only have a year until I turn 21... I'm not ready for either lol.)

Anyway, on with the story.
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Peter didn't know it happened, but his friends dragged him out to a bar. Today being his twenty-first birthday, and apparently the birthday guy or girl has to buy a round for their friends. Peter found the idea to be very strange, why is he having to buy drinks on his birthday? He'd never really drank anything, besides Aunt May letting him have a sip of wine when he was ten. But other than that, he's never touched alcohol.

The group of friends went into the bar, I.D's at the ready, the atmosphere was overwhelming, loads of people, sober and drunk alike. Blaring music from speakers, and whatever football game was going on on the tvs. Peter could kind of tolerate it, as his senses were under control. They went to a nearby table and sat down, MJ looked over at her friend, telling him to go order drinks. Promising he only had to do it once, he sighed and got up.

Making his way to the bar, staring at the bartender as he mixed different liquids in order to make the perfect concoction. He glanced over at Peter, giving him a look that conveyed; "I'll be with you in just a second." Peter nodded his head in acknowledgment. Waiting for a few minutes, when the bartender managed to get to him.

"I uh, shoot, I forgot what she said to get." Peter said, mentally facepalming.

The bartender chuckled, "You've got no clue what you're doing do you?"

"No. I don't, is it that obvious?" Peter admitted.

The blond pointed towards his face making a circle, "You look like a deer in headlights." Peter laughed at that.

"Is it a special occasion?" The man asked, while cleaning a glass.

"Yeah, it's my twenty-first birthday. And apparently the birthday person has to buy a round. But I don't know what to do." Peter replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

"First off, happy birthday. Although I do need to see your I.D, second, I think I know exactly what you guys are looking for." The man smiled.

"How many friends are you with, and what kind of flavors do they like? Fruity, coffee, chocolate?"

Peter answered, showing him his I.D, "Two. Chocolate, Carmel, and fruity." The bartender got to work, making three drinks that Ned, MJ, and Peter would like. Soon the bartender cooked up some magic and gave Peter his three drinks.

"Don't worry, nothing too strong, I assume getting drunk isn't on tonight's agenda?" He said.

Peter chuckled, "Definitely not." He grabbed the drinks and headed back to the table with his friends.

He sat down, setting each drink for his friends respectively in front of them, fruity for Ned, and coffee for MJ, leaving the chocolaty one for him.

"You were totally clueless weren't you?" Peter didn't even hide it, instead he said nothing and took a sip of his drink. Which was delicious, although the thought of being tipsy after a few drinks crossed his mind.

After an hour of drinking Ned and MJ left the effects, Peter could tell, as Ned was a lot more giggly than usual, and MJ was more relaxed and less sarcastic. Meanwhile Peter felt, "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

"Wait, you're not drunk? Not even mildly tipsy?" MJ asked.

Peter huffed in annoyance, "Nope."

Ned giggled, "Dang dude, Parker Luck ruined alcohol for you."

"More like a radioactive spider bite." Peter sank his head onto the table.

"Right cause of your metabo.. ow!" Ned exclaimed, before being smacked upside his arm by MJ.

"Anyway, we should probably head back to your place. I'm tired." All three agreed, and got up from their table, Peter split from the two and went to pay the tab. He saw the same bartender that made their drinks, who was writing them up.

"Alright kid, have a good night." He told him, handing over the check.

Peter looked at the check, noticing the bartender's name. "Thanks Nate. You too." And then he was off, leaving with his friends back to Peter's loft and falling asleep.
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The End of Chapter 221