I’m out with Robbie, this guy that I’m hooking up with, and his childhood friend from Kentucky, Cooper.
Cooper’s hand is aggressively outstretched in the hopes of flagging down a cab. Success!
“We’re goin tah Fat Cat in the a West Village,” Robbie’s slurred southern accent is hardly understandable. I sloppily slide into bitch seat. We’re on our way to get more drunk than we already even are.
Robbie leans in to kiss me. I close my eyes because I was recently told that it’s creepy when I kiss with my eyes open.
Robbie’s eyes well up and he slams the cab door.
“What happened?” I ask.
“What do you mean? You fuckin’ made out with mah best friend!”