You never really want the men you are dating to know about each other, and even less have your ex there at the same time. But this was happening. And there was nothing you could do about it, except fake a seizure, but we already came to the conclusion that you weren't going to do that.
"Hi Sarah." Bruce says. (Let's remind you that Bruce is YOUR ex-boyfriend and Sarah is your co-worker)
Why is Bruce saying hi to Sarah? How does Bruce even know Sarah?
"Hi Bruce." Sarah answers, looking at her most awkward.
At that moment, you have that Danny Glover meme from Lethal Weapon pop up in your head. (Don't know what I'm referring to? Here is a little reminder)
Ok. Something is up between Sarah and Bruce. This nonesense is hurting your brain.
This night is clearly taking a turn from the weird, to the weirdest.
Now, what's the plan?
Given strange situations. BAIL is always on top of the list.
But then, there's also DRINK that comes in a close second.
When situations are strange, drinking always seems to be a solution, whether the outcome may be great or not, that's not the point. The point is, well. The pain will hurt less.
So, everyone is chatting it up. Chris is talking to Josh. Bruce is talking to Sarah. You're here, wondering where the bullets for your gun are, and sipping on a dirty martini. Dirty martinis have a Je Ne Sais Quoi about them that make you feel sexy, dirty and well. drunk.
You turn around, and slowly step away from the missile field. You turn back to the bar. And, sitting, at the other end, is Simon.
Ah Simon. Your buddy. Your buddy with girlfriend. Safe waters. Thank goodness.
You make your way to Simon, leaving the Bermuda Triangle figure their shit out.
"Hey little lady" he says as he sees you walk up to him.
"Simon. So happy to see you. You won't even believe what I'm dealing with right now."
After you briefly explain to him the current love situation. He looks at you, looks at the bar, yells to the bartender. "4 shots, Jameson." and turns to me and says "Kiddo, you're going to need this."
You can almost hear LMFAO whispering to you... Shots shots shots shots shots. EVERYBODY.
Things happen. Many things happen.
And then, tt's Friday 7am.
A strange alarm is ringing. But what is happening? What is that sound? You look around. You don't recognize anything. You have no idea where you are. A blackout? How does this even happen to you? How does a woman of your caliber black out? You have always made sure to control your alcohol. Sloppy drunk was never your style.
You look around again, it's someone's back. But wait. This isn't a man's back. Hmm. Looks like Sarah's back.
You look further down the bed. Ha. There's someone else's back. But clearly a man's back. You can't really decipher. Was it Chris, Josh, Bruce or maybe it could have been Simon? Your hangover was too strong to figure it out.
Well that's just brilliant. You realize that you are waking up, pretty much naked, undies don't really count, with a mysterious man and your co-worker. Good job. Not literally.
Suddenly, you are remembering moments where clothes were being thrown, kisses were being exchanged, and rules were definitely thrown out the window. You remembered moments of pure pleasure, laughing, touching, feeling. It might have been a little sloppy, but if everyone is sloppy, it doesn't really matter.
The other 2 are still sleeping. You just need to get out.
Well, clearly you scored. Twice! Good for you. Now you just need to figure out who the man is, and what the hell happened last night after those faithful Jameson shots.
Jameson is bad, you tell yourself, or maybe really really good.
To be continued....
(Note to all, all these stories are fiction. As per all those super Hollywood movie disclaimers, All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.")