Devildice - rewrite

Embarrassing

As I realize what I just admitted, I feel a sudden clarity, like the fog of alcohol is lifting. Did I really just tell everyone I met that I got a boner from my roommate? This can't be real; it can't be happening. I watch as they exchange awkward glances, and I wonder if they're too drunk to even care.

"Sorry! That was weird; I mostly meant it was a coincidence! I didn't get a boner just from seeing my roommate; it just happened! Wrong place, wrong time, that's all." The words spill out defensively, and I can feel my face heat up.

I glance around the room. Everyone seems so uncomfortable, not knowing what to say. My eyes land on Devin, and I notice he's staring directly at me, his expression unreadable.

"Dennis," Chloe finally speaks up, "are you gay?"

"No! No, no, no, I'm not! Like I said, it was just a coincidence." My face feels like it's on fire.

"It's okay if you are; it just took us by surprise," she reassures me.

"I'M NOT GAY!" I yell, regretting the outburst immediately. I see Chloe and Devin exchange knowing looks.

"Okay, we believe you," she says calmly.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to snap at you!" I blurt out, feeling the tension in the air.

Silence falls over us.

"I should go," I mutter, trying to escape the awkwardness.

"No! Dennis, you can't drive drunk," Roper protests.

"Please don't leave! Nobody is judging you," he adds.

Gradually, I start to calm down, my heartbeat slowing. "Sorry, guys. I just made things really awkward."

"Dennis, listen, we all admit to weird things we've done. Trust me, we've heard worse, right, Devin?" Token nudges Devin, who looks slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Devin replies, trying to play it cool.

"Oh really? Like what?" I ask, curious.

"I'll tell you another time," Devin says, shooting a scowl at the group, which prompts a few chuckles.

The rest of the night goes surprisingly well, and I'm relieved I didn't ruin it. These people are genuinely cool, and I feel lucky to have met them. Still, I can't shake the embarrassment from earlier; it'll probably haunt me for nights to come.

As the evening drags on and everyone gets more intoxicated, we finally decide to call it a night. We start ordering rides home, and I pull out my phone to do the same, but it's difficult to type coherently.

Devin is lucky; he has a room at the casino, so he doesn't need a ride. The others live in the same apartment complex and decide to carpool.

We all stand up, feeling wobbly, and just as I'm about to finish ordering, my phone dies. "Damn it," I exclaim. "My phone just died."

"Oh shoot, maybe we can find you a charger or something," Roper suggests, hiccuping.

I glance at Devin, who seems a bit shifty, as if he's about to say something. Then he does. "Dennis, if you want, you can stay in my room tonight. I have a cot and some blankets, and we can charge your phone."