Poseidon

An honest to god date

Speaking of which.

At some point or other we'd turned over, and my face was pressed to his naked chest, and his chest hair tickled my face, and I kind of also wanted to lick his skin, although that would have to happen some other day not today.

I also felt a lot better than I thought I would, but then again, I hadn't ever been super drunk, just tipsy.

Poe stirred and stretched slightly, and then the door to the room was opened.

I peeked over him and found Tara, looking beyond pissed.

"Get out," she told Poe.

He disentangled himself from me and almost fell out of bed. "What did whoever do?" he asked and put on clothes.

"Go ask your roommate." She snapped at him.

Poe's look turned sinister. "Which one of them?" he asked Tara and dragged his shirt over his head. He picked the covers up from the floor and tucked me in, almost, before looking back at Tara.

"Josh," she spat.

"That fucking asshole," Poe cursed. "How much do I need to whip his ass?"

Tara's anger deflated a little, and she looked all quizzical at him.

I sat in bed and stifled a yawn in my hand.

"What did he do, Tara?" Poe repeated.

She shook her head.

"Said or did?" he asked instead.

"Both." She muttered and looked away.

Poe caught onto that quickly. "Tell Athena, then she can tell me, and I can tell him how badly he screwed up."

Tara looked at Poe and then over at me.

I patted the bed next to me, and she came over right away and scooted into me.

"See you later?" I asked Poe.

He looked at me and smiled a soft smile. "Yeah," he said. "I'll text. After lunch."

I send him a physical thumbs up, and he picked up his shoes and left.

An honest to god date

Tara and I was in the cafeteria around lunch – she refused to say anything, and only wanted me to recount everything that had happened between Poe and I. And truth be told, we'd bickered on the way back and then gone to bed. And slept. Until she came and kicked him out.

She was seated next to me, picking at her food, when the words spilled out of her.

"I went back with Josh, and we kissed, and I accepted it, and then he wanted more, and I just, I didn't," she whispered and looked at her full plate. "And he pulled my dress halfway off before I somehow managed to tell him no, and then he called me so many ugly words, and I'm not a slut, Athena," she whispered.

"No, you're not," I said softly. "What does he gain from that?"

"I don't know!" she said. "But we've talked before, and yes, he's hinted that he'd be interested in fooling around, and I told him I wasn't sure, and we've kissed before, and it just didn't do anything for me, and then he just pushed and pushed and pushed. And it's so unlike him!"