boys and girls in america

She was good and drunk. She was all sorts of hot and sloppy, glistening with the sweat and wet and probably some beer and she was good and drunk. She looked around but she couldn’t find her friends, or anyone really, everything just kind of looked the same and she was good and drunk. That was for sure. So when the guy in the green jacket and the backwards hat and the nice looking pants, she just wanted to go where ever he went and maybe kiss him. Or maybe more. And that was her second mistake.

Her first mistake happened about an hour before. Maybe more, maybe less. In the bathroom when the girl came up to her and asked her about coke and she had never even smoked weed before but it was just such a great idea, the best really, to put the powder in her nose and then go down on the guy who did it right before her. And then when he said she should follow him into his room and she had never even been in the fraternity before but she seemed like she knew exactly where she was going. And when she lay down on the bed and got her pants off and everything was moving so fast and they both made hard fast noises. She asked him if he had a condom and said no and she believed him because she was on birth control because she wanted her breasts to look bigger so it wasn’t that big of a deal anyway. It all happened so fast and then she had her pants on again and a kind of sad, kind of scared look on her face as she kind of stumbled down the stairs to the dance floor looking for someone, anyone to maybe take care of her, or at the least take her home. So the guy in the green jacket seemed like a good idea at the time.

And he was a nice guy as he walked her out of the house and down the street towards, where did he say he lived again? So they walked toward his off campus house and kind of got the feeling that this might not be the best idea she ever had but he told her that sometimes you just need to go with what you know. But he didn’t believe her when she said she had no idea who she was and then she got that feeling that this definitely wasn’t a good idea so she bolted. And she ran. And she was good and drunk and she had no idea where she was or where her phone was or what time it was or anything that would help her. 

And the sad thing was, he really was kind of a nice guy and all. So he watched her as she ran down the street and he thought to himself that maybe he should just sit down. He took off his jacket, he was kind of hot, and he sat down with a cigarette. By the time he was three quarters of the way done, she was back.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” she said.

And it was kind of awkward for him but even more so for her because she really didn’t know where she was. So she asked him where she was and he told her.

“You’re nice,” she said, “I’m really drunk.”

“I can tell,” he said back, smiling, but not so creepily as she thought at first, “do you need some help?”

“I need you” she said, and kind of falls, kind of stumbles into his arms. And all this time he’s thinking about morals and is this a good idea and should he have taken those three or seven shots of whiskey with Brian before they went out. And of course he realizes that he should at the very least take her home.

So they go back to his house, they walk up the stairs, and he pours her a glass of water and asks if she wants a cigarette. And she says she doesn’t smoke but takes it anyway and half way fumbles with a match before he lights it for her. And then they crawled toward the bedroom and they fucked. And then she passed out and he smoked another cigarette.