I was pretty sure that night I was going to get drunk. It had only really happened one other time in my life, and at 23 I was running out of time to do stupid shit and be able to blame it on the booze. My friends, Robby and Kurt, were keen to just have a quiet night in Robby’s apartment with some drinks, weed, and then a party later that evening. I decided to tag along since Robby and Kurt were both in relationships. Their significant others were working and at study, respectively, so I was pretty safe with them. I also had no desire to be with either one.
We started at the bar around the corner from where we all worked. The number of drinks I had proved what a lightweight I really was. We went to the liquor store after and grabbed a big bottle of sangria. I’d heard the name before. Apparently it was tasty. I didn’t realize that sangria shouldn’t be bought in a bottle in a liquor store at that time. I thought I was being posh.
We took them back to Robby’s place and enjoyed a glass or two. Then the weed came out.
Tipsy. So tipsy.
“You should show me your breasts,” Robby said, breaking my revelry.
What the hell did he just say?
“No!” I said, indignant.
Robby laughed as my face turned red. “I was only joking.”
I joined in the laugh. It wasn’t funny. Uhh, maybe it was.
I looked down at my glass. So very empty. How long since I last filled it? I walked to the bottle of Sangria sitting on the counter-top and poured. The remaining drops of the bottle trickled out. Why didn’t I buy more than one? Was I not meant to drink this much? I think I wasn’t. Hmm. It’s fine. I’m fine.
I take another swallow and laugh at the joke Kurt just told. I clumsily settle back down into the couch and giggled at the blurriness of the room.
“If you show me your boobs, I’ll show you my dick,” Robby said.
“No! I’m not that kind of girl,” I said.
I wonder what it would be like to see an actual willy. I’ve never seen one before. In fact, until earlier this year I was disgusted by the thought of sex.
He’s got a girlfriend, though! He shouldn’t be asking me this.
We smoked another joint. I confessed my virginity. He confessed he was fourteen when he lost his. It was a weird bonding experience.
“You definitely should show me your boobs,” he said with a wink.
I stared at him for a moment before I said, “No.”
He really needed to stop saying it. It was starting to annoy me.
I emptied my glass, and he poured me a glass of something. I drank it all. As the final dregs dropped, he stood up and laughed, “Boobies.”
Ughhh! Why won’t he just shut up about it already? I told him no three times.
“Fine! If only to get you to shut up about it,” I said as the fury took hold.
I stood up and lifted my top, revealing my bra. I dropped my shirt as fast as I lifted.
“No. I want to see them. Not your bra,” he mocked.
I lifted my top and my bra with it. He unzipped his pants and revealed himself, “Oh, look! It likes you!”
I gasped and stormed out of the room. Kurt had sat staring at the screen trying to sink as low as he could into the cushions.
Robby received a call moments later. The party had started. I told him, “I’m ready to go home.”
“That’s fine. We’ll drop you home, then,” Kurt said, pulling my arm towards the apartment door.
Robby let out a boisterous bellow and grabbed his keys.
As he locked the door, he muttered, “I wonder if your vag is as nice as your breasts.”
I tried to slap him, but I lost balance and had to use the wall to right myself again.
“Let’s just get her home,” Kurt said.
My place was only ten minutes away from his, so it would be a short trip. But it seemed to go for hours. My head swayed and eyes couldn’t focus. The world was a whirlwind of lights and bitumen.
“How’s about it?” Robby said. “I wouldn’t do anything. Just look.”
I laid my head on the door and tried to drown out his laughter.
Kurt said something on my behalf, but I missed every word, consumed in anger, frustration and annoyance.
“It’s not like I’m going to stick it in. It’ll be completely harmless,” he suggested.
“I’m just playing. I don’t really want to see it. It’s probably just a bunch of bush anyway.”
My head snapped up and glared at him. “Whatever.”
We pull up towards my townhouse. As the car slows down, he winked at me, “Bet you do want me to see it. I know you do.”
“FINE! Shut up. Just shut up. Come up and look and leave,” I growled.
But Kurt jumped out of the car the moment it stopped and helped me up the stairs forcing Robby to stay in the car.
“Get some rest,” he said, as he helped me balance.
I opened the door, staggered inside, closed it, and screamed.
I sat in the dark for another twenty minutes before my housemate came home and saw me, tears streaming down my face and onto my knees.
As I recounted the night, his fists clenched tighter and tighter. The natural reaction a man should have when a woman is taken advantage of.
I recovered, albeit slowly. I decided then and there I had used my quota of doing stupid shit when I was drunk.