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“I might after I get off work. You headed to the Nugget?”
“Yeah.”
“I might see you over there later, then.”
“Good.” My food arrived and I literally wolfed it down. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, so I was super hungry. When I finished, I paid the bill and headed down the street. I passed a few friends along the way and arrived at a packed Golden Nugget. It was hopping and I was pumped to see some of the usual crowd. I headed to the bar and ordered a tall cold one. As I stood there sipping it, I felt a pair of arms grab me around my waist and then someone kissed my neck.
“Hey, sexy, where’ve you been?”
It was Jeff, one of my guys I hung out with on occasion. We were sort of friends with bennies.
“Hey, Jeff. What’s up?”
“Well, if you lean back just a little, you’ll be able to tell.”
I spun in his arms and smacked his arm. “Cut it out!” I wasn’t in the mood for his sexual banter tonight.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” He was surprised by my lack of interest.
“Nothing. I just got here. Is that all you can ever think about?”
“Yeah, when I’m around you it is.” He waggled his brows.
I just shook my head.
“Sorry!” He had the good graces to look a little contrite as he let me go.
I took another swig of my beer.
The next thing I knew he was ordering us a round of lemon drop shooters. I tried to protest, but it didn’t do a bit of good. Four shots later, I was getting in my groove.
Tugging on his arm, I yelled in his ear, “Come on, let’s go dance.”
We shoved our way to the dance floor and about then a slow song came on. Jeff gave me one of his looks and the shots had put me in the right kind of mood. My arms went around him as his tightened around me and we swayed to the rhythm. It wasn’t long before his lips nibbled my neck and his hips rotated against me. He wanted me, and I wasn’t going to lie to myself. I wanted him too. But just not yet. I had to have more to drink before I could go there.
The song ended and we were back at the bar ordering up another round. I saw my waitress friend from earlier in the night and we both commented on how great the crowd was for a weeknight. As the evening wore on, my alcohol consumption increased. The last thing I recalled was walking out the door with Jeff, arm in arm, as we made our way to his apartment.
In the morning, I woke up to my usual skull-splitting version of a hangover. Then churning in the gut sent me on a mad dash for the bathroom. When I opened my eyes though, I wasn’t in Jeff’s bed. It was his apartment, but it wasn’t his bedroom. I didn’t have time to ponder that until after I threw up. When my stomach finished rebelling against everything I had dumped into it the night before, I finger-brushed my teeth and left the bathroom, straight into the chest of Jeff. He grabbed my naked waist and pulled me into his bedroom.
“What the hell has gotten into you?” he asked, anger resonating in his voice.
I was clueless and pretty sure my expression mirrored that.
“I don’t know what ...”
He cut me off. To say he was pissed was an understatement. “I bring you home last night thinking it’s going to be you and me, and you turn into this … well, quite frankly I’m not sure how to describe it, Lexi. You called my roommate in here and wanted to have a threesome. You took his clothes off and, of course, he was all into it. I mean, what guy wouldn’t be? And then you proceeded to go to town on him, while I stood there and watched. I finally kicked the two of you out. You have issues, Lexi. I always knew you to be fun loving, but you took it to a whole different level last night and I don’t want to have anything to do with you anymore.” He picked up my clothes, tossed them at me, and said, “Here, get dressed. I’ll take you home.”
I’d felt dirty when I woke up with the two unknowns. This was worse. I knew Jeff. He was a friend. Now he thought I was nothing more than a dirtbag.
“I’m sorry, Jeff. I guess I got really drunk.”
“Lexi, your behavior went way beyond just being drunk. I’ve never seen anything like it, nor do I care to again.”
I felt shamed and humiliated. Tears burned my eyes and spilled over onto my cheeks. I dared not speak for I knew it would only get worse. That was the last thing he wanted to contend with anyway. There was no excuse for what I’d done. Drunk or not drunk, that wasn’t me. I guess he was telling me he didn’t want to hang out with girls like me and I couldn’t blame him.
“By the way, whoever got a hold of you last, must’ve roughed you up something fierce. You have some major bruises on you. I don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, but you need help, Lexi.”
I put my clothes on and walked out the door, not bothering to let him drive me home. I didn’t live that far, and I needed to clear my head anyway. I got home and showered and questioned everything about my life.
