We Weren't Supposed to Remember

        It was all a blur, the faces, the lights, it became one. Dan looked to his left, Phil laughing with a friend was seen. Dan looked to his right, two people he barely knew were intensely making out against the wall. He stumbled down the hall, reaching for the door handle. Someone grabbed him by the wrist. He looked up.

        “What do you-?”

        It was Chris. “What are you doing, Dan?”

        Dan rolled his eyes, as if that was the dumbest question you could ask him. He pursed his lips before answering. “What does it look like?”

        He was relatively an asshole when he was drunk, let alone hammered. Chris let him slide on the sarcasm, given his current state. His head shook slightly, as if it was meant to be only in his mind, but his body had tried to disobey. He checked their surroundings.

        “It looks like you’re trying to leave the love of your life here while you’re intoxicated beyond drunkenness.” He stated simply.

        Dan tilted his head to the side, and made a face that said ‘okay, true.’ Chris had his arm firmly in his grip, forbidding Dan from escaping. “Get back out there.”

        Dan wanted to make some sarcastic comment at his demand, but he knew Chris wouldn’t appreciate it, so he left it be. He sighed, giving in, which wasn’t hard to do when drunk. He trudged his way back out into the crowd, amongst sweaty bodies, pulsing music, spilling alcohol, and stumbling adults. He sure as hell didn’t want to be here, but the alcohol balanced out his feelings for the party. He was only here to make Phil happy, right? At least, that’s how he put it.

        Phil was everything to Dan. He could ask him to make him a seventeen layer cake, and Dan would at least try. He could tell him to move to Africa with him, and Dan would do it. No, Dan wasn’t a pushover. But he was in love with Phil, and he’d do anything to make him happy. Even if it meant never seeing him again.

        Dan wasn’t thinking straight. Well, he wasn’t really seeing straight either. He wanted to walk up to Phil, grab him by the shoulders, and kiss him passionately. He was just about to do so, when he stopped mid-step. Frozen from the scene in front of him, all else was lost. Phil was pressed against a wall, his body touching someone else’s, his lips on some random guy’s. Dan blinked. Phil kissed.

        Chris spotted Dan making his way for the door again, he quickly grabbed him. “Dan, again? Really?”

        “I’m not in the mood,” he growled back.

        “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”

        Dan shook his head, “ask the ‘love of my life’.” And with that, he stormed out the door, slamming it behind him.

        Chris looked around, trying to spot Phil. When he did, he understood everything. One of his friends, Matt to be specific, had him against a wall. They were grinding their hips together, pushing their tongues to the back of the other’s throat. It was sickening, and Chris didn’t even like Phil. He ran out after Dan, quickly catching up to the fumbling 6’3” man.

        “You can’t just leave and let that happen.” Chris said.

        Dan rolled his eyes. “Yeah? Why not? What do you s’pose I do? Hmmm?”

        Chris normally would playfully punch him for being such a sarcastic cunt, but now was not the time. He thought for a moment, coming up with ways to answer Dan’s slurred inquiry. He scrunched up his face, trying to think of something, anything.