He rode with me and Ross

I nudged Ross, “He’s drunk. He can’t drive like that. Go talk to him.”

Ross obliged. It was my birthday after all—he had to do what I said. Chandler listened then nodded. He turned and gave the random slut and a slap on the ass. So trashy. Then walked over to me. Slurred he said, “Thanks for taking me home. I’ll get a ride up to get my car with Joey together.”

“No problem,” I said, trying not to acted annoyed that my boyfriend invited along his friend to my birthday concert, and now we have to babysit the said drunk friend.

Chandler rode in the back. He stayed politely silent. I was surprised. I checked back over the seat to make sure he wasn’t asleep.

He was wide awake, and smiled at me when I saw him. I had to ask, “Do you normally make out with random girls at concerts?”

“No. Tonight was a first. Sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“Why did you think you embarrassed me?”

“You had a very judging expression whenever you looked back at me dancing.”

“I admit I thought it was very trashy. You would never dance that way with me.”

He laughed, “Oh I wouldn’t definitely dance that way with you, and you’d love it.” He quieted seeming to realize what he was saying. “Oh shit. Ross, did you hear that?”

I looked over to Ross who was driving. He didn’t notice that Chandler was talking. He was focused on the road and the music. I didn’t want to end this conversation. I was too curious what he meant. I unbuckled and climbed into the backseat with Chandler.

I buckled up next to him and asked, “What did you mean by that?”

He cleared his throat, “I mean if you were that random girl, I would’ve danced with you like that.”

“So you wouldn’t dance like that with me right now?”

He nervously glanced up front, “Ross would kill me.”

“He would because that is trashy dancing, and I’m a classy lady.”

He contemplated what he was going to say, and then said, “I think you’re confused. I wasn’t treating her like trash. I was treating her like a beautiful woman who I lusted.”

“You lusted after that skank?”

He shrugged, “She was fun, cute and had a great body, obviously it’s nowhere near the level of yours, but it was great.”

“The level of my what?”

“Of your body.” His eyebrows knitted. “You obviously have an incredible body don’t fish for compliments.”

“I’m not fishing for compliments.”

He moved in close, “Don’t judge me and call me trashy. I bet if you were alone and had no one watching, you would dance so much dirtier. You put on a classy front, but when the doors I close I bet you really let loose.”

Putting on my sultriest voice, I whispered in his ear, “Sorry. You’ll never get to find out how much of a freak I am with the lights turned out.”

That shut his drunk ass up. Let his imagination run wild. I climbed back up into the front seat. I’ll admit I considered that he would be checking out my ass as I crawled up front. Maybe he’d think about what was under my jeans.

Ross asked, “What y’all talk about?”

“He was just telling me how much you loved me and that you were going to propose soon.”

“He said WHAT?” Ross turned around angry.

I laughed. Did I guess that he was going to propose? That was cute.

When we got to Chandler’s apartment, I volunteered to walk him to his door. The finishing shots of Schnapps at the concert had finally hit him. He had to hand me his keys so I could unlock his door.