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Drunk Ivy is silly. She’s an interesting dancer, she often starts rapping and she has a pretty unusual sense of humor. She gives a lot of hugs. She sometimes gets a little too introspective if left to stew for too long. She can be very convincingly sober if a situation arises.

And she always, always speaks her mind.

I went out with a bunch of friends last night for a friend’s 21st birthday. By the time the night was winding down, we wound up sitting around in a pub, resting our feet, giggling and catching up. Right around last call, SG started texting me.

While Drunk Ivy is a very talented texter, she was a little more open to his conversation and what eventually turned into flirtation. At one point, the Southern Gentleman said, “I can’t wait to have you again.”

Normally, I would have been silly and brushed it off. He’s been pretending what happened didn’t happen, avoiding conversation around it, and I have followed his lead. I’ve quietly resented him for it the whole way. And, at first, the response was a little coy quip of “if I allow you.”

He was cocky. I suppose he thought I had moved on. And so he assured me that I definitely would because he knew my body and detailed this in a pretty naughty text that perhaps, under other circumstances, would have made me blush.

But, Drunk Ivy took matters into her own hands and replied: “You will never, ever have me again after what you did.” With that, now back at her friend’s apartment, she fell asleep, totally unashamed.

And, this morning, Hungover Ivy got the apology that she deserved.

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