This Weekend Sucked

She was on the couch, not passed out, but barely awake. She moaned and hid her head in a pillow. He was tucked into the other side of the couch, pinned by her legs. He massaged her feet. I don't think that was what was hurting. I ignored the situation. She was a sick eighteen year old discovering alcohol, and the story was as old as college.

I sat on my floor with a different her across from me.  Also on the floor, a chessboard sat between us. My dog knocked the pieces over. I said I won.

Through my window we, the drinkless chessers, listened to the debauchers. Drunk and temporarily happy they laughed at nothing and screamed at more. A plan founded on exploitation and painted with good intentions drifted into my room. "I'll take her home with me." I sought out the plansmith. I objected: No, she will stay here. Angry, he objected in turn and argued for her abduction. Sober versus drunk, he lost and sulked outside. I took his place on the couch. Her eyes were shut and her lips mumbled sentiments only she understood. One sentiment was heard, though.

"Please, don't let them take me anymore." I won't, I promised.

I lifted her weight and sat next to her so my body supported hers. Water in a red solo cup was delivered. Later, when her eyes opened, she looked at the cup and said, "Fuck you, cup." On the verge of tears she fought the water. Drunk versus sober she lost. It came up quicker than it went down. I lost control of her head and her face collapsed into the trash can I held with my knees. I made fun of her because I knew she wouldn't care or remember, but also to entertain myself and ignore Lord Creep's plan.

Lord Creep came back into the living room. He apologized for being rude to me. He explained he thought I was a good guy and I like to do the right thing. "That's cool," he finished. His attitude paralleled approval of a religion different from one's own. "You don't like rape? Oh, that's cool," he might as well have said. His voice was loud and the girl on my shoulder moaned in protest. My chess partner asked him to quiet down and he made a face and flipped her off while she wasn't looking.

The drunks assembled in the living room while I held the girl. They left for another party and left their prey, a tainted carcass, to be discarded.