November 25th, 2019 at 05:37am
@ liv morgan.
Maybe it was because she realized that this date, 4 years ago to the day she walked in on her ex cheating on her with her high school best friend. Maybe it was because her other friends from high school were all in serious relationships and it was a struggle for her to even get laid at this point. Or maybe because she was at the thing that a single girl hates the most in the world: a wedding. She was the bridesmaid for her best friends (re)marriage and she was happy they got back together. Rian without Sienna was not a Rian she wanted to see. Sienna without Rian made dumb mistakes in hope of forgetting him. But at the end of the day, they made a better pair. She was happy for them.
But even happier for the open bar.
Maybe even too happy for the open bar.
For as you see, when Thea woke up the next morning, in the bed and breakfast their other best friend owned, there was someone laying on the side of her. She looked under the covers and saw that she was naked as the day she was born, and the man on the side of her had quite the hairy ass. She sunk into the bed even further, grabbing the pillow she once rested her head on and sunk her face deep into it, sighing with how dumb she was. She was never the kind for a one night stand, but god damn, she felt so much better after months of not getting any. Then it dawned on her.
She had seen that hairy ass before. Several times, in fact, from a lanky Lebanese boy that she had been friends with since he first moved to Baltimore in the 5th grade.
She peaked out from under the pillows to look at the ass again. Upon further inspection, she saw the stick and poke tattoo she gave him in the 11th grade when they were drunk on cheap wine and high as hell. A shakey heart with the letters J.B + T.N. Not because they were high school sweet hearts but because they knew at the end of the day, they didn’t want a traditional love story, so they had agreed that night when they were 40, if they were both single, they’d marry each other. She had a matching one on her buttcheek.
Holy shit, she slept with Jack fucking Barakat.
Her mind went a hundred miles and hour and the only thing she could think of was to take a shower. She grabbed her clothes that were scattered across the floor and pulled them into the adjacent bathroom and quickly threw on the shower. Hoping to god she can be all dressed and ready before Jack even woke up.