The Time Is Now

“What do you think you’re going to wear?” Mary yells to me from her room.

Good question…

I glance in the mirror, still wearing the t-shirt and yoga pants I had thrown on after my shower. I turn to look at the clock on my nightstand, 10:03. We were planning on getting to the bar a little after 11:00, fashionably late, but before a line started to form.

“Probably dark jeans, wedges? I don’t know! Some kind of cute top?” I yell back, putting my flat iron down in favor of taking a sip of the margarita I had poured myself. This was the typical routine, pregaming while getting ready.

I’m a great multitasker…

“You need to look extra hot though! Your man may be there!” Mary teases.

“Please! I think I’ve said like five words total to him! Plus I want to look cute, not like a biddy, that’s totally desperate!”

Ah yes, the BU biddy. They’re easy to spot. We’ve all seen them, the girls who wear skirts that are way too tight, way too small, stumbling around in the heels they can barely walk in no matter how cold it is out. They can be commonly found in their natural habitat: walking to frats (and doing a ‘walk of shame’ back to their dorm in last night’s outfit) or waiting in line at Ts hoping their fake ID and slutty outfit combo gets them in.

But I digress…

Long story short, it’s not a good look…ever.

* * * * *

Sidney’s Point of View

To my own surprise, I found that I was actually enjoying myself around the guys. It was nice to be able to go out and be a regular guy, have a beer with the boys, let loose, even if only for a finite amount of time.

“I’m so amped for the BC game next weekend,” one of the freshman guys, I think his name is Matt pipes up.

“Yeah we’re gonna fucking kick their asses!” Sean, already was pretty buzzed, adds.

“Fucking right!” comes from one of the sophomore defensemen.

“Sid, you ready to see one of the best rivalries in college hockey next weekend?” Chris asked.

“Sid?”

Mariev and two of her friends had just come through the door. She took off her coat and my mouth went try. While she was getting her ID checked, I was checking that ass out…

Her long dark hair was sleek and straight, eyes rimmed with dark eye shadow, her make-up making her features more prominent, and those jeans, they clung to her like a second skin.

Fuck, she looks hot

“What? Sorry,” I wasn’t paying attention.

Something else, someone else, had my attention.

“Yeah, cause you were eye-fucking the shit out of that chick from sport psych class,” Sean drunkenly laughs.

Busted…

“I was just saying you’re going to be at a great game this weekend. BU/BC is a huge rivalry, one of the biggest in college hockey,” Chris explains.

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s right,” I offer, trying to bring my attention back to the conversation.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Mariev and her two friends make a beeline to the bar.

“Hey, how about another round?” I offer.

* * * * *

Mariev’s Point of View

“Hey Lisa!” I greeted everyone’s favorite college bartender.

“Hey guys, how are you? What can I get for you ladies?”

“Three bud lights!”

“Be right up. So tell me, how’d the boys do tonight, they win?” she asks reaching uncapping the beers.

“They sure did.”

“Glad to hear it. That’ll be nine even.”

“On me,” a new voice, a new male voice says from behind us.

Lisa winks at me and takes the twenty. I turn.

“S-Sid,” I begin, a little taken back, “hey, how are you? You didn’t have to do that!”

“ I wanted to. I'm good, this place is getting pretty packed, eh?” he smiles.

“Yeah, it is, usually gets pretty busy here after a game.”

“Well I’m glad you decided to stop by.”

“Yeah, uh, me too” I smile. His smile is fucking contagious. I can’t even…

“So, me and the guys, we uh managed to grab a table near the back there, you girls care to join?”

“Yeah, that sounds great, lead the way!”

Once we were back at the table, things were a little cramped with all the guys, Sid, and now Katie, Mary and I. Katie had snagged a seat next to Chris and they were both deep in conversation about their home state of Minnesota.

Mary was getting a kick out of a very drunk and very hilarious Sean. The other guys were talking animatedly amongst themselves and with the liquor flowing, that left me and Sid seated next to one another.

After a couple of drinks at the apartment and now with my beer, I was feeling a little bold, so I decided to spark up a conversation with Sid.

“So how’s college life treating you?”

“Good, no complaints so far. Never really thought I’d get an opportunity to experience anything like this, so right now I’m just trying to take it all in.”

“Yeah it's definitely a lot thrown at you all at once.”

* * * * *

I see Sean dragging Mary to the dance floor and they’re laughing and having a great time.

Not long Chris, Katie, and a bunch of the other guys are just dancing like no one’s watching and having the time of their lives.

Sid and I are the only ones left chit chatting at our table. Even though everyone’s up and dancing their asses off, somehow our thighs are still touching and we stay, as what can only be described as very close to each other, even though we could have shifted around to get more comfortable long ago. Girl, don’t read into it, he probably just can’t hear for shit in here.

Sid and I have also knocked quite a few beers back ourselves. After two margaritas at the apartment and my three beers to Sid’s five we’re both feeling pretty good...

“Do you, do uh, you think we should join everyone?” I offer.

“Sure, I mean, I can’t really dance, but what the hell!” He laughs grabbing my hand.

I’m still holding his hand when I turn around to face him in the middle of the dance floor. It’s packed, and some David Guetta song is playing, and we’re next to all the guys, but everyone’s so drunk that no one’s paying attention to each other.

I snake my right arm up around his neck and lean in close.

He even smells nice..

We stay like that for a while, just kind of moving in time to the music and having a good time.

I look up, “having a good time?” I ask, pulling him in close so I can speak right in his ear so he can hear me over the music.

“You have no idea,” he drunkenly smiles back.

A few moments later I can feel Sid’s hand slide from where it’s settled on the small of my back, slowly down to my butt.

Oh my God! Did he just do what I think he did! Sid you little sneak! Whatever, I don’t hate it...

I stop my drunken internal monologue and look up at him, eyebrow raised.

He looks down at me with a goofy grin of his own on his face “did I tell you how much I love college?” he says leaning in close to my ear.

“Looks like you’re really getting to know the student body,” I tease.

Notes