This Bar Ain’t Big Enough for the Both of Us 🍻 Ellie & Andrew
12AM on a Saturday morning and Ellie could almost always be found with similar company in similar establishments lined up near Harvard’s Cambridge campus. Depending on the weekend, the bar scene vibes near it’s old ivy covered buildings ranged from raging to intellectual to touristy to the worst of all... townie. For reasons Ellie and most other Harvard students couldn’t grasp, or really any students from one of Boston’s seemingly 1,000 universities, townies inevitably slowly creeped into campus bars targeted at college students in the late weeks in May every single year, almost fully taking them over by mid-June. “Ugh!” Ellie groaned loudly, rolling her eyes and downing a large shot of whiskey. “I swear to fucking God, if another 30 something, never-accomplished-anything-in-his-life, fuckboy with a tribal tattoo grabs my ass and calls me baby one more time...” she added, slamming the glass on the mahogany bar. The bartender she’d become all too familiar with over the last couple years of flashing her bad Arizona fake simply shook his head and smiled before turning his back to fill her another drink. And then, just like clockwork, another shadow appeared by Ellie’s side, the smell of alcohol and Axe body spray completely consuming the air around her. Turning quickly, her face completely unamused, she positioned her body to show she wasn’t fooling around. “No,” she said flatly, before he could speak. The stranger who perfectly matched her previous description began to protest, but she again stopped him short. “Make a misogynistic comment and I fucking swear I’ll fucking force feed you that shitty middle school body spray!” Ellie yelled forcefully, slurring her words. “Try me, bro!”
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