Months went by after my almost-hook-up in an unfamiliar bedroom before I attended another party at the same house I originally met Kris, and I had accepted that my rain check was never going to come. Drunken gropes and unfinished promises weren’t completely foreign to someone who got a kick out of flirting with strangers and flashing her tits when the mood struck, but the missed opportunity continued to strike a disappointing chord.
Kris was there when I arrived, but this time she had a muscular arm wrapped around the waist of an attractive brunette with dark eyeliner. I had since heard about this on-and-off relationship. A feisty, lesbian duo known for public arguments and subsequent make out sessions in dark corners. Seeing their “on” status engaged, I occupied my time elsewhere. The craving of a cigarette and need for fresh air eventually lead me through a crowd of people and forced me into a chilly fall night. I heard my name before I could focus enough to see who called it.