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“Yes…I think…maybe?”
“Rory…” I sit up, shooting her an annoyed look because there’s no way she doesn’t know anything.
“What! We don’t really discuss it. It just puts him in a bad mood.”
“Ugh.” I scoff as I lay back down. “Pour me another.”
Two hours and a few too many shots later, Rory has the brilliant idea to go to our favorite bar in town. While I don’t necessarily think it’s our best idea, I go along with it because it’s better than sitting in the house sulking all night.
It’s nearing midnight, so the bar is darker and has turned into more of a club scene. Rory and I are dancing amongst ourselves while drinking our vodka sodas when a very familiar and very bad idea comes over me. I look at Rory who’s got her eyes closed as she shakes to the beat. “Should I text him?” I shout over the music.
“Who?” I give her a look as she takes a sip of her drink. “Oh yes! Obviously!” Her eyes widen. “I won’t tell.” She zips her lips and continues dancing.
I take a long sip of my drink.Fuck it.
Me: Hi
His response is almost immediate.Okay, this is good.
TG: Hi there. How was the move?
Okay, you can do this. Sound sober.
Me: Great!
TG: Good. Glad to hear it. It’s a little late. Everything alright?
Me: Yep. I’m just with Rory
TG: I see. Well, you guys have fun!
Okay, that was anti-climactic. You sounded too sober. Say something risky!
“What should I say?” I ask Rory.
She taps her chin. “Can I come over and sit on your face?” She shakes her head. “No! Do you want to come over and break in my bed at my new place!” She looks at me with a smile. “I’ll totally go stay at my parents’. Or Justin’s.” She shrugs as she raises her hands and begins dancing in a circle.Lord, she’s drunker than I am! I might need Theo just to come get us.
“You’re still sleeping with him!?”
“It’s like…comfort dick. It’s familiar, I know how everything works. No surprises. Ya know? Like my emotional support dick!”
I roll my eyes because for the life of me, I can’t understand her and Justin. They’ve been doing this same song and dance for almost five years and I thought one or both of them would have been over it by now or they’d just decide to get married.
“Fuck it, I’m saying it.”
Me: Do you want to come over and help me break in my bed?
I see the three dots indicating that he’s typing before they disappear and they show up again and then disappear and I giggle at the memory of that first night we slept together. I look next to me, remembering Rory dancing then too, and this really is déjà vu.
TG: Where are you?
Me: Bar downtown…want to come?
TG: Did you Uber?
Me: Of course, we are a little tipsy.
TG: Both of you?
