Which is shockingly what I am talking about.
Part 5: The actual relevant story to the topic title, jesus I know how to drag this shit out.
Anyway yeah this last weekend I meet up with Rammy to go to a bar and she likes places with bocce, and the only 2 of them in decent traveling distance are in park slope (about 2 north of me) and in brooklyn heights (about 4 miles north of me). They're both owned by the same people but Rammy had been taken to the brooklyn heights one first and wanted to go again. Thing is, that's envy's bar. It's 2 blocks from her house, she's cool with the bouncer, all the bartenders, I mean I'm on a recognizable basis with everyone who works there because of association with her. So I point out that Envy was at the bar and Rammy is like "oh, you're afraid huh?" and I'm a fucking child so I'm like "fuck this bitch I ain't afraid of shit".
Good lord I was afraid. I state that as indifferent as I am to them meeting eachother (because they were the types that would get along) it's still a REALLY weird situation to be in. We walk up to the bar as envy is texting me and we pull up to the bouncer who checks my ID as he's required to but obviously recognizes me because I'm like the only black guy that goes to this bar anyway. Rammy is behind me waiting to show her ID and the bartender looks at me and says "don't make out on my couches again okay?" as he looks at rammy, who just smiles as widely as possible. Okay, that's a good start. I pull into the bar and Envy is with her friend from the first bar I met her in but he's leaving. Rammy and Envy sit next to eachother and I'm the odd one out. They're hitting it off swimmingly but envy is plastered as it is and I'm just trying to get the bartender's attention to get me a beer. He hands me the first one and I pound the fuck out of it. 3 seconds flat, maybe quicker. I have a look of abject horror on my face and I'm trying my best to not freak when I get told that if I dont wipe that look off my face that I would be forced to down 2 shots of tequila. I fucking hate tequila. So they're talking to eachother and I cant hear them worth a shit so I'm just sitting watching sports on the TV behind me. They're both highly entertained by the look on my face and I get told to just go outside. The bouncer looks at me and just puts the shit together like "did you just bring one girl to another girl's bar? Are you fucking stupid?" and I don't really even know how to respond. I come back and apparently envy has fallen off of her bar stool and at some point she pulls me to talk one on one and everyone is looking at me like "who the fuck is this fool" because I'm leaning in really close to one girl, who gives me a pretty long kiss and then I'm told to go talk to the other girl who does the same. This SHOULD turn out into something ridiculous but it doesn't. The bouncer is heckling me like "look at this dumb nigga", the bartender is hand over fist giving me free booze to help me chill out, Envy is slightly tearing up, Rammy is taking me home. I'm being heckled by both girls, theyre playing off of eachother with it. I'm being told I couldn't outdrink either of them. People are placing bets against me. I'm spilling beer, being handed tequila. I got punched in the bar and slapped outside the bar. I don't even know which way I'm walking half the time. People are throwing out phrases like "love of your life" and I'm trying to cover for booze for 3 people when I am in a constant state of being broke because I'm a statistic and my unemployment card has not come in yet. I am all around in a highly weird situation. This is the third girl I have made cry in a month, publicly and I seriously don't even know if I'm cool to go back there. ALL THAT SAID, the 2 girls get along well. They're getting all tiger beat over the same ball players, Envy thinks Rammy's ex is a dick, they're having a real lifetime moment. I know full well that being in open relationships has potential to bite me in the ass even if I'm 100% honest and technically abide by every rule set forth to me but I genuinely don't even know what to do. I've been such a passive person in this that I just have to trust that their better judgment will keep me from getting into one little fight and my mom got scared, she said you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything i could say that this cab was rare but i thought nah, forget it. Yo homes, to bel-air! I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'. I looked to my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
Also at one point when I was outside kind of trying not to freak out I guess some woman was near and overheard the situation and was like "seriously you brought multiple women to the same bar?" and my smart ass goes "yeah, I got room for one and you're kind of cute, you want in?" and all I'm really thinking is "please for the love of god say no".
"gonna go with to protect the names of the innocent" implies he is doing it to hide their names. Using images of the comic does not do that in any way shape or form. Reading sure is tough when you contradict your own statements in the very same post (hell, in a single sentence no less).
Honestly she read correctly. YOu said shitty scott pilgrim references. She covered the picture references off the bat by mentioning my obsession then covered the textual references with the latter. I ain't picking sides here but you may need to rethink your strategy here.
"Gonna go with" disregards your first statement. But okay.
Also a bel air after that wall, really?
Eh I figured why not.
And I dunno why shiro thought it was going to be entertaining. I never advertised it as such, just as an odd situation.
I never said funny.
Corrected
Thread was still worth it for Callisto's quote.
So you are forgiven.
Thanks bro
to be fair, it's a lot better than any of my women stories which are like she smiled at me and 5 days later the whole meeting seemed sinister
Oh and despite that last part, I didn't make anything up (but the bel-air part obviously)