Young Writers Society

*****THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY. IT'S FICTION. NONE OF THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME***

I’m going to explain to you what happened on one of the most important nights of my life. It might be a little sketchy because I was drunk, but this is an important part of my life, and the reason for yours. I think you’ll appreciate it.

One year, three months, twenty days, six hours, twelve minutes, and two seconds. One second. Eleven minutes! Wait, damn! My watch is slow, that’s right.

“Dom!” I yelled.

“What?” he yelled from the bathroom.

“Is your watch fast?”

I heard the toilet flush. “You’re going to ask me that when I’m trying to piss?”

“Yes!”

The sink turned on. “God, Trinity, I don’t know. I’m not the military. Nothing for me has to be synchronized.” The sink turned off, and Dominic emerged, wiping his hands on his pants. “You are ridiculous.”

“One year, three months, twenty days, six hours, ten minutes and thirty-three seconds, Dom. Time is a’ticking.”

“Your brain is a’ticking, I can tell you that.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, but I’m just done with this place, Dommy-nick.”

“Don’t forget about me when you hit it big.”

“Never!” I smiled.

“So, what are we doing tonight? Movies, mall, park…?”

“I’m thinking club.”

“Ah! Yes, I got this hot, new pair of pants, and I heard that Moonlight in Central Square has some fine as fuck boys come in every Friday.”

I smiled. “Alright, but you have to help me decided what to wear.”

He smiled. “Sure.”

After fussing through my closet, Dominic pulled out a black mini skirt with a lime green tank top and black hoodie with skulls down the back. We quickly threw on our ensembles and headed out the door.

“Now, I might end up leaving with some dude tonight,” Dominic warned.

I smiled. “You know I don’t care. I’m not going to be the one doing the Walk of Shame tomorrow morning.”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s more like a Walk of Pride. I got laid and those other people didn’t. They’re just jealous.”

I shook my head, but my mind was still occupied on what had happened that night last week. I bit my lip as the bouncer let us in after Dominic had pulled some girls out of the line and slung his arm around them. We got inside.

“I’m gay,” Dominic told the hopeful looking girls. They all sighed and went to find some straight hotties.

I shook my head at him again. “You’re awful, you know that?”

“Hey, I got us in.” He shrugged. “Now, go take your mind off things, baby girl.”

I wandered to the bar and sat on one of the stools. There were bowls of nuts set out. I took one and began spinning it around. The bar tender walked over to me. She was well into her thirties with matted brown hair, but she was actually kind of pretty. I smiled.

“What can I get you, hon’?” she asked.

“Um…can I just get a Sam Adam’s?” I asked.

“ID?” she asked.

I pulled out my fake ID and flashed it to her. She nodded and went to get my beer. I continued to swirl the nuts and think about that night. Don’t worry about it. Everything will be okay.

My thoughts were interrupted when the bar tender slung my beer toward me. I handed her the money, and she went back to tending other people.

“Hey,” a male voice said.

I looked over to see a handsome guy smiling at me. He had a Sam Adam’s in his hand. His white teeth had some sort of effect on me, throwing me into a daze.

“Hey,” I answered.

“You seem kind of down,” he commented.

I twirled the nut bowl. “I am.”

“Any particular reason?”

“Not one I’m comfortable talking about with strangers.”

“Well, I’m Elias Marks.”

“Trinity Audley,” I said shaking his hand.

He smiled at me. “Nice to meet you.”

The night went on, and after a few beers, courtesy of Elias, I found myself grinding on him. He was getting hot and bothered, and I was getting drunk. Soon enough I had no memory of anything. Things got blurry fast. The scenery swirled before me like I was in Satan’s demented funhouse. I saw Elias’ face as he hoisted me onto a bar stool. He was buzzed.

“I-I th-think you’re pretty…hot,” I slurred drunkenly.

“Well, thanks. You’re pretty sexy, too,” he said.

I began kissing him sloppily. Then, after that, I don’t remember.