Knickers

😊🖤🤪

The return to my studio apartment is more sobering than I had hoped. Warped Tour is over, really over. What a loss. What misfortune.

I spend several hours sleeping off my hangover, and to my absolute joy I wake up to a text from Dom. He had audaciously named himself 'Mr. Blud' in my phone.

It's a photo. Of Dom. Wearing my bra. Posing flamboyantly.

The fucker.

I don't usually question my drunken antics, especially since I'm self aware enough to recognize my own tendency to reject all oppressive clothing and accessories after a few drinks. I've lost countless pairs of heels, more than one pair of tights, way too many bras, and even a particularly obnoxious loud set of bangle bracelets. This time I can't help but wonder if there had been any more illicit behavior after the night faded to black. Briefly I check myself for hickeys before answering.

Who's the underwear thief now?

Then, an immediate response.

You fookin left it in Adam's bunk!!!

Or you planted it there.

You could have gotten him in trouble wiv his girlfriend!!

I squint at the spelling, wondering if I should tease him for it.

Do you type in British also?

Yes because I'm right cute and proper charming.

God, he's right. I hate that he's right.

It's been several years since giddiness as strong as this has plagued me. Why the butterflies? Why the racing heartbeat? I can't be starstruck over a celebrity I've never heard of before, can I?

My phone chimes again. The smile is instinctive.

You'll get it back at the party 😜

BYOB?

Fook off

You fook off.

The feeling is bizarre, the way I hunch over my phone waiting for an answer. The peculiarity of this behavior only strikes me once the back pain settles, and even then I wait several more minutes in anticipation.

Too much, I decide, stripping away my clothing. I'm being too much.

There's an odd reluctance to shower off the grime of Warped Tour. I know I have less disgusting momentos, but my cursed sentimentality is a formidable adversary to logic. We all go home wearing each other's sweat, and despite the unhygienic nature of it I will be sad to wash it away.

Then, a response from Mr. Blud, my most unusual Warped Tour souvenir.

😊🖤🤪

The girlish twirl that follows is too corny to discuss. I put Yungblud's discography on shuffle for my shower.