We start talking. Casually. Not about anything weighing too heavily on this earth. About the band that’s playing, about the band that’s yet to come.
“We’ve got a hotel room nearby,” he finally says. She smiles, punctuating the thought.
I smile and play dumb, “yeah, I’m sleeping at a friend’s."
The music really picks up. The lead singer of the opener is dancing around the stage. The crowd is swaying with him.
They’re kissing. Deeply. Lovingly. I can tell I wouldn’t just be a fixer to this relationship. They don’t need me to be able to have a good night together. They’re just so comfortable with each other. They seem so happy. It’s actually a really sexy thought, one I’ve certainly gone into detail on in this tumblr.
He looks over his shoulder at me to see I’ve been watching. She smiles and nods a head over for me to join them. But, I just start dancing. I’m really not going to give in that easy. I just keep twisting and shaking with my friends, making sure to send an occasional smile over to them.