“Hair crisis.” I pointed at my head as this story was fresh for all of us.
“Looks good.” Kristen winked and shook out her own mane of gorgeous hair.
“Tell me again, how do we know each other?” Damien Hart, Hunter’s cousin asked. He was a darker, slightly less broad and muscled version of Taylor’s boyfriend.
Kristen leaned over and whispered to Damien, “Kissing roommates.” Internally I cringed a little, that wasn’t the story I wanted to be known for. Taylor and I lived together in college for two years before anything had ever happened.
“She’s designing our wedding cake.” Taylor cut in to diffuse the situation.
“Wait a minute. How did I not know about this?” Hunter looked at Taylor perplexed, but totally cool. That’s what I liked about him. He asked questions, but he wasn’t judgmental.
“He means lady pond.” Damien cut in nodding like this was exciting to him. I rolled my eyes.
“Honey, we don’t call it that.” Taylor patted his chest and he nodded agreeing with her, but still looking utterly confused. I laughed remembering that sort of hot, but lukewarm night with my ex-roommate and close friend. She wasn’t into it like I was, but it was nice while it lasted for the oh two point five seconds I had her lips on mine tasting like cheap strawberry wine coolers.
Poor Hunter had a lot to learn about his little bride to be, though in fairness it wasn’t anything too exciting beyond a one-time experimentation over clothes and with closed lips that went nowhere quickly.
“What should I call it?” He said with a seriousness that he needed to assimilate this information.
“I don’t think it has to be classified as anything.” I shrugged.
“Tell me there was tongue.” Damien asked looking like he was about to learn some revelation. Now this guy, while he didn’t have a pony in the race probably wouldn’t have minded. He was completely harmless, I had a feeling if anyone else outside this intimate circle said something disrespectful he’d probably start a fight with them.
“Don’t be an ass. We were very drunk that night…and we sort of fell into each other. I think our lips touched, but that was it.” Taylor shrugged it off and I knew she was as straight as Hunter’s pole so he had nothing to worry about.
I patted his chest smiling, dude was rock solid and built like a brick house. “Don’t worry big guy, I wouldn’t have even called it experimenting it was so fleeting.”
“Uh. Okay.” He rubbed the back of his neck taking this information dump looking at his girl with loving eyes. I’m sure he’d have many questions for later, under the covers once he got her home alone.
For the moment, Hunter seemed appeased with that answer which was the truth. I knew Taylor had been basically saving herself for her high school crush and I was dancing between the lines while school provided me the perfect cover far away from my uptight family over the state line.
“So no tongue?” Damien scratched his head like he didn’t think this was at all possible. Now this one, while attractive, he was sometimes dumber than a box of nails he pounded into wood all day long. He should stick to wrenches, plungers, and shitty toilets.
“No. It wasn’t like that.” Taylor explained. It had taken me ages to work out that I didn’t mind kissing girls even though I wasn’t interested in Taylor that way. We were friends and that was it.
“So explain to me how…” Damien didn’t know when to quit.
“No.” All the girls at the table glared at Damien while Hunter shook his shoulders laughing and drank his beer like a good quiet observant boyfriend should. I knew Hunter would ask her about it later, but he wouldn’t be a dick about it like boy genius here who had already imagined everything possible from a Tumblr point of view.
“You know Damien, you should probably just let this one go. I know it’s hard for you, but try. Otherwise, your girlfriend is likely to kill you in the shower.” I pointed at Kristen who looked shocked.
“What girlfriend?” She muttered.
“Why the shower?” He asked.
“Because it’s less clean up you twit.” As expected, Kristen slapped Damien in the back of the head which must have smarted given that he was now rubbing it frowning and ducking from her follow up playful swats. I couldn’t speak for his intellect and social cues, but at least his pain receptors were still working just fine.
“I didn’t realize we’d be spending our first real get together hashing out college stuff.” Taylor beamed.
“We should play truth or dare.” Damien lifted up his drink and Hunter sighed heavily.
“I wasn’t present so let’s move on.”
Kristen certainly had a way of redirecting the conversation back to her out of friendly jealousy.
“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” Damien slowly slid a drink in front of Taylor to which Hunter picked up and drank in one shot. Yeah, Hunter wasn’t having it.
Damien full on pouted and ordered another drink from a cute redhead waitress that quickly buzzed around the bar.