So, after dry humping Katie’s gay best friend on the surface of a relatively new pool table, dancing to “November Rain” and being weirded out by the cliche stoners in the living room, I decided I would look around for Katie and tell her I was ready to go home.
I looked around and around but saw no sign of her. Finally, I approached her brother Nick. “Hey,” he said, pointing at me with his red Solo cup, “you’re Katie’s friend, right?”
“Yeah, that’s me!”
“Katie’s brother…I know.” I laughed. “I’m actually looking to get out of here and she was my ride. Have you seen her?”
“Nah, I haven’t seen her.”
“Isn’t that her right there?” Dan interrupted pointing towards Katie’s giggling face being dragged into a room by a dark figure.
“Who the fuck is that?” Nick scoffed.
“I don’t know…I don’t recognize him. I’m going to go over there.”
I walked over to the door and knocked modestly, patiently waiting for a response. “Katie? You in there?”
“YES!” she giggled.
“Um, are you thinking of heading out soon? I am feeling kind of tired.”
“YES!” she laughed again.
“Okay,” I laughed nervously, “I’m going to go grab my coat. I’ll come back in a few minutes?”
I walked away, desperately trying to recall whether or not I had actually brought a coat with me when I heard the sound of glass smashing and wood cracking.