I choke on my drink, and his eyes get big.
“You have! Tell me!”
“I hooked up with a girl in the private bottle service bathrooms on New Year’s Eve.”
“What?”
The shock on his face tells me that he probably didn’t even notice I left long enough for something like that to happen.
“When I went to say hi to Quinn, a girl spilled her drink on me, and we went to the bathroom to clean it. One thingled to another, I was shirtless. I don’t know, it just happened.” I shrug and take another sip of my drink.
“Quinn said you were boring, but boy, was he wrong. What else have you done, Mr. Dirty Pants?”
“First off, it was my shirt that got dirty.” I wink at him in an attempt to cover up my bad joke. Thankfully, he laughs. “What do you want to know? A few more of these, and I may be spilling all my secrets to you.” I lift my drink up. The drinks here are strong, and I am definitely not driving home tonight.
Right as he’s about to say something to me, Quinn walks up to us and sits on the arm of Brian’s chair. “What are we talking about over here?”
“Your brother was just telling me how he fucked a girl in the bathroom on New Year’s Eve.”
Quinn’s jaw drops, and his eyes get big. “You didnottell me that.”
“We didn’tfuck,we just fooled around. And I didn’t tell you because it never came up.”
Brian leans in like he’s going to tell me a secret. “Honey, fooling around, fucking, sex, whatever you want to call it. It’s all the same to gay people. That's a very hetero thing to say.”
I hadn’t really thought about it like that. But I guess what we did would be considered sex if we were both women.
“Then, in that case, yes, I had sex in the bathroom. But not the public one with stalls. It was a private one.”
Quinn puts his hand over his mouth to fake a gasp. “You dirty dog. I’m so proud of you. But I’m still mad you didn’t tell me.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and leans onto Brian’s shoulder.
“Was that the first girl afterher?” He puts emphasis on ‘her’ as if I’m supposed to know who he’s talking about.
But the truth is, I do know. He means Lou.
Brian perks up at the sound of more potential tea about to be spilled.
“Yeah it was.” I nod slowly, my face neutral.
“You’ve gotten some since then, right?” Brian asks it like he’s concerned for my well-being.
I run my hand over the back of my neck because I know they’re going to freak out at my answer.
“Actually, no. I haven’t.”
Shock and confusion are written all over both their faces. But it’s Quinn who pipes up. “So you’re telling me that you just ‘fooled around” with that girl in the bathroom, which means you haven’t gotten your dick wet in over six months!”
“Seven, actually.”
They both obnoxiously gasp as if I just told them I never brush my teeth.
“Seriously, guys. That’s not that long.” I’m ready to move on from this conversation.
Brian leans over and puts his hand on my knee. “Sam, we need to get you laid.”
“No, you don’t. But you can get me another drink.” I lift my drink up and rattle the ice in my empty glass.
