She shoved past you.

You were pretty sure this didn't mean that you weren't getting laid tonight. Rory wiped her face off in the stall. You tucked your semi-hard cock away and stepped out into the cold night.

"All over her face," mouthed as you bumped fists with Tristan.

Tristan was probably your best friend. You'd never said that to anyone least of all him, but he was definitely the guy you hung out with most. His girlfriend was kind of annoying, but she went out with her friends a lot leaving the two of you to smoke weed and watch movies.

You bragged some more and pretended to be Rory sucking you off at one point, then even offered a trade for the night. "It's bonus for you see, because you know you'll get Isabel back the next night. I'm gambling with booze and hormones on my end."

I'm just saying think about it. Maybe we trade tomorrow night instead. Maybe we all get together and double down on em both."

Tristan jabs your arm. You liked to see how far you could push before he'd stop you. You punched each other back and forth a few times, looking fairly stupid and fairly drunk. Eventually he stopped it, by doing what you assumed was an impression that you just weren't catching. Tristan was always assuming people had read every book and seen every tv show he had, which apparently was all of them.

You were all walking to their place. It was common enough for you to hang out there after bar even when you weren't planning to bang your buddy's roommate.

Isabel made some sort of scene that you guessed would be cute if you had been in love with her. Tristan was, so he did. Whatever.

They ran off together leaving you alone again with Rory.