This story didn’t happen to me. It was told to me by a friend and involved one other person I knew. I believe that it’s true based on what I know of the people involved.
I’m writing it in first person from my friend’s point of view as he didn’t want to write it, and second person is too annoying. He told me the story a few years ago, and it happened a few years before that when everyone was in their mid/late 20s. He recently recounted some details for me and have his blessing for me to share the story.
I’m taking poetic license, but the broad details are as he told me.
So, on with the story …
It was a Saturday night in late summer. Quite late. My girlfriend, Lisa, and I hosted a small party earlier but it has dwindled and now there were only five of us left, and we’d all been drinking for hours.
As well as me and Lisa, there were three other guys, all had been friends of ours for a years and all were currently single. Adam, Sam and Glen. They had all been at university with us so were all around our age (I’m 27 at the time).