Heroes & Villains

This weekend my roommates and I threw a Heroes & Villains themed party. It was a ton of fun moving all the furniture around, setting up drinks, and making a guest list. We all came up with really cute costumes and made sure that our guests came dressed up as well. With the typical iPod hooked up to a college student’s stereo system, we provided an awesome dance floor in the living room with easy access to red plastic cups  in the kitchen.

Unfortunately, after about 50 people showed up to our small place and overflowed into the yard, some neighbor called the police and our party was shut down barely after 1 AM. No one wanted to be around a busted party, so the crowd thinned out save our closer friends.

My group of friends and I were just hanging out in the kitchen when I heard someone retch on the other side. I turned around to see Sarah’s friend Paul heaving over our extra large trash bin, throwing up the extra shots Alan had convinced him to take.

“Hey, guys, why don’t you go hang out in the living room while I take care of him?” I suggested to the friends I had been chatting with.

I turned to Paul, “Let me get you some water, hon.”

Sarah walked into the kitchen with Jason (what the hell the kid was doing here after breaking up with her is another story) and asked rather rhetorically, “Are you okay, Paul?”

When he was unable to answer, she put a semi-sympathetic look on her face but correctly assessed the situation–someone else was handling it–so she left. 30 minutes later, Paul was only able to sit up with Alan’s support but still couldn’t open his eyes fully.

“Paul, you shouldn’t walk home tonight. I’m sure you can stay on our futon,” I offered. Victoria’s friend had donated a futon to our house, but it didn’t fit anywhere except Sarah’s over-sized room so we left it there for her to throw her massive warddrobe on.

“Sarah, would it be cool if Paul stayed on the futon in your room tonight? I don’t think he is okay to walk home….”

“Um, actually, Jason is going to stay over tonight so…” Sarah hesitated.

“What? Jason can stay over tomorrow night, can’t he? Paul is your friend and he can’t get home!”

“I’m sure he’s fine. He just needs to sober up some more,” she said dismissively.

” I know you want Jason to sleep here tonight but I think Paul needs it more. Otherwise I guess we can put him out on the couch,” I tried to convince her again.

“Yeah, put him on the couch or something,” Sarah huffed. “Well, if you don’t need anything, I’m going to bed.” She turned around and went into her room with Jason.

I couldn’t believe it. Paul is Sarah’s friend. Jason broke up with Sarah and is now back for booty. And she picked that little shit over her friend? Glad to know where her loyalties lie.