Good Together

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Authors: Valentina Heart
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colleagues, I knew them to be sly individuals, and true to their colors, I was three drinks in, watching the moving bodies on the dance floor when the questions started.
    "So, Troy, do you have a squeeze these days?" Mia, from the second floor advertising department, asked.
    "I'm sorry, a what?" I squinted at them, trying to decipher her words.
    "Are you fucking anybody?" She deadpanned and if I'd been drinking it would have probably been coming out my nose. Instead I went my usual lobster red and ducked my head as I mumbled, "No."
    "Speak up!" Linda jumped in, leaning over two other women with a tilted drink in her hand.
    "No," I said louder, annoyed.
    "Well, why not?" April added. She was probably the most sober of us.
    "I just don't. Can we drop it?" I tried, this time draining my glass.
    "Ohhhh. Was it a bad break up?" Kay drawled and I just shot her a look.
    "So that's why you've been moping around and working your ass off." Mia nodded to herself as if I'd just spilled the whole story.
    "Quickly, give him another drink, something strong before you ask another question," Kay whispered to April loud enough for all of us to hear. But April didn't even hesitate. She just pushed two of the four cups we still had unclaimed between us, and I thought, Why the hell not?
    Quickly, before I could change my mind, I downed both of them and took measure of my inquisition. All the girls had their attention on me, so there was no way I was getting out of it. The three other guys who came were in their little world, talking about a sport of some kind and slowly drinking their beers. I deeply envied them.
    "Drunk enough?" Mia asked.
    "If he isn't yet, he will be soon," Linda told them through a hiccup.
    "Was he cute?" Mia mock whispered at me after frowning Linda's way, something the drunk birthday girl completely missed.
    I sighed before barely nodding my head. Then I covered my ears as all of them unattractively squealed.
    "Why did you break up?"
    "Who broke up with whom?"
    "Was he good in bed?"
    "Do you have a picture?" They all jumped in quickly enough that I had trouble following who was asking which question.
    "We just went on one date; Jesus. It was a disaster, and I stopped answering his calls. Happy now?" I snipped angrily.
    They were quiet enough that I felt bad for yelling at them, but that quickly changed as they braved it again, and carried on without mercy for the next few hours.
    I was drunk off my ass and completely frazzled by the time Kay dropped her arm around my shoulders and leaned in. "I think it's time for us to go dancing. Y'know, move our ass and show our tits."
    "I don't have those," I mumbled and tried to right the world around me while she pulled her way and kept on tilting it.
    "Sure you do." She leaned her head on my shoulder. "Smaller tits and, what's that word… Stronger ass. No. That's not it. Maybe tight. Yes, you're a tight ass."
    I was still processing but the rest of the girls burst in laughter.
    "Come on. Leave the crazies. Let's go daaancing!" Kay pouted only to start pulling at my hand in the next second.
    I stood up and was about to move toward the dance floor when Mia shouted at me, "No! You can't go like that." Her words caught the attention of the rest of the women, and soon I was out of my jacket and tie, with my shirt unbuttoned all the way and the undershirt showing together with my pale skin.
    "I'm naked," I mumbled.
    April heard me and grinned maliciously before saying, "No, you're not. But you could be."
    My expression must have been one of horror because all of them were suddenly cackling at me, and Kay managed to pull me away, deeper into the crowd.
    Everything swayed around me and the flashing lights did little to help, but quickly enough I had Kay hanging off me while I leaned on her as much as I could. We moved together, barely keeping our balance, and while she casually rubbed against me, I couldn't help it but want someone a bit firmer, stronger. Someone taller and absolutely more

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