"It was an Entanglement." - Jada Pinkett Smith.
Hello loves. From the header, you might already have guessed what I'm about to say, but before you pass on your judgement, here me out. So, a while back, a very dear friend invited me to a night out with some former Uni friends. We've been friends with this person since high school and even rented a house together when we found ourselves in the same university. If I can describe our relationship, I'll say it was built on mutual trust, authenticity and genuineness. We were partners in crimes but also each other's chaperone, never shying to chastise when the other is wrong. We knew each other's families and they knew us back.
Back to the event now. We are linking with these two other friends, in the loose definition of the term friend. Location is 1824, L.A. Everything is good, the plan is moving on seamlessly. We go pick them up in Karen and it is ecstasy all over. Unending stories as we get lost into nostalgic reminiscing; all indications of a good night ahead. We get to our destination, a few drinks later and damn! The music is starting to sound a little rich and ethereal now. I can feel a pulsating push in my legs calling me to the dancefloor, but almost instantaneously, I catch myself and just nod rhythmically as a I enjoy my drink seated. The babes are enchanting under the colored lights, their faces glistening more than ever, their skirts skimpy, their dresses sheer and they are grinding seductively on the dancefloor flourishing expensive bottles. I can't say much about the gents, but damn again! They are spending like they print it.
As we grow into the night, we start getting a little loose. I was sat beside this other friend of ours and we've been chatting the whole time. We really weren't close in Uni. This might be the longest conversation we've ever had. One thing after the other, blah blah blah, we are feeding each other ice-cubes, then we are making out. Yes, that definitely escalated quickly. Without any care in the world and no fear of being the latest poster on NGC, it's PDA in here baby. Eff your cameras and most importantly eff your feelings.
Let me clarify that last part. So, my best friend, the organizer of this whole thing had for a long time crushed on this friend I was making out with and had unsuccessfully shot their shot. They had remained friends though for some reasons I knew on this day. The first time I met this friend we are exchanging fluids now was at a birthday party of one of our friends which my best friend had invited them. They wouldn't dance with my best friend though and kept giving them the shrug when invited to do something.
As you've already established, dancing isn't my type of thing so you would occasionally find me seated even if alone enjoying my drink. The friend leaves my best friend and comes sits by me. They are very mellow now and we are laughing our ribs as we share a cocktail. It was the first time we shared ice-cubes by the way. My best friend trusts me remember, and they are not alarmed when they see their date having a good time with me. They are actually relieved, at least the date is finally warmed up. The assumption from them and me is that everything is platonic and feelings will neither form nor spill past this night, and so did it happen at least from my side. After the party we go back home. I am exiled. The following day the date tells me unprovoked, they slept on the couch and let my best friend have the whole bed alone. Irrelevant information really. Neither did I ask nor do I care. That was 2 years ago. We never spoke nor met during that whole period until this moment. This night. Almost the same setting as the first time we met.
I didn't even know ice cubes had become our thing now, but this is fun. To be young!! I know, I'm such a shitty person but I blame the alcohol for this. We kissing as we whisper endearing and seductive monikers in each other's ears; we can't wait to tear each other apart. They tell me they had always had feelings for me but couldn't reveal them then because I was with someone, who actually happened to be a former schoolmate of theirs. What a twist, but without any confusion to typical bar talk, or maybe not. All this time I don't think I even notice my best friend is here. I'm so lost in my long-lost lover's aura that everything else is bleak. Maybe this is what they meant when they said I'll give you the world. I only see them when they signal me it's time to go. My new love insists we spend the night at their place because it's near and it's not safe for me and my best friend to travel at night back to our place which was quite a distance. We initially protest, but they insist and eventually we begrudgingly agree. We arrive and immediately the door is open we are tearing each other's clothes apart. Yes, it goes down like you are imagining with my best friend on the rear bed, a witness to everything.
The next day nobody speaks about it. My best friend doesn't speak to me about it also on our way home but doesn't seem upset about it. The vibe is kind of eerie and personally I can feel some tension even when they act calm like everything is okay. I swear everything happened inadvertently and arbitrarily, expediated by the alcohol intoxication. I am innocent!