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so the last party.
i go. i make small talk. my friends (all female) are drunk. 1 - we'll call her j. - tries to shake me down a little bit (sorry i can't be more specific without going to friends only). i resist and she lets it go but her boyfriend keeps after me trying to provoke me. i give him a little nibble on the bait he laid out in front of me thinking "i can't back down completely; i'll just get in his head with a one-liner and walk away...with his drunk slutty girlfriend hanging on him he's not dumb enough to try anything."
well, boy was i wrong. i said my piece and he slammed me up against the kitchen counter (a make-shift bar). plastic cups scatter and empty vodka bottles clatter behind my suit jacket. i'm laughing at him like the Joker laughed at Batman in the latest movie because I know what's going to happen: one of two things. Either the douche himself or somebody else prevents me from getting roughed up in a party of 15 people in a small apartment OR he gets to rough me up a little. Everybody else there is really nice and laidback so if i were a betting man i'm betting on the former scenario. and I'm laughing right in his face as he loses control.
the end.
1 holiday party successfully completed.
1 birthday party successfully completed.
1 other holiday party successfully attended (see below).
so the last party.
i go. i make small talk. my friends (all female) are drunk. 1 - we'll call her j. - tries to shake me down a little bit (sorry i can't be more specific without going to friends only). i resist and she lets it go but her boyfriend keeps after me trying to provoke me. i give him a little nibble on the bait he laid out in front of me thinking "i can't back down completely; i'll just get in his head with a one-liner and walk away...with his drunk slutty girlfriend hanging on him he's not dumb enough to try anything."
well, boy was i wrong. i said my piece and he slammed me up against the kitchen counter (a make-shift bar). plastic cups scatter and empty vodka bottles clatter behind my suit jacket. i'm laughing at him like the Joker laughed at Batman in the latest movie because I know what's going to happen: one of two things. Either the douche himself or somebody else prevents me from getting roughed up in a party of 15 people in a small apartment OR he gets to rough me up a little. Everybody else there is really nice and laidback so if i were a betting man i'm betting on the former scenario. and I'm laughing right in his face as he loses control.
the end.