I love socializing with people. I really do. The rewards that come from it are endless as it broadens horizons, introduces new perspectives etc. But the only problem I have with socializing is that I hate it when it all goes wrong. I have an avid fear of conversations that becoming boring with it is especially so with old friends whom you know them inside out. I fear the boring. Whenever i am out, i'm always equipped with my cigarettes, my laptop and if i'm utterly bored, i'll even bring along a book.
One day one of my colleagues suggested going to a club. The idea of going to a club had been thrown around amongst my colleagues for quite an extensive period of time. We swore to get wasted and hopefully laid, of course.
Somehow the plan changed on the actual night as we ended up in our friend's place. We bought ourselves some hard liquor. Some bottles of Absolut, a Bacardi and a Johnnie Walker Black Label. The girls bought mixers to accompany the drinks and some snacks. Kevin who's a beer kinda guy, partook of the mixers as well. I like my drinks and things neat and untainted.
Kevin is my best friend and also my colleague. He is really a coarse, vulgar and a real brute man but beneath that ugly exterior of his, he has a heart of gold. He's the only guy whom i know that would come and rescue when I was in middle of no where, at 3am in the middle of the night.
Of course, alcohol does bizarre things to people. For one, they lose their inhibitions and starting acting out. Some get really horny (My best friend). Some get crazy (The girls), and some just keep quiet and deliver witty quotes at the most appropriate moments like me. For some reason though, drunk people like to play games during drinks. One fine example since we didn't have any playing cards would be the classic Truth or Dare. I agreed that we would rather take the dare than the truth as I had a lot to hide. I, for one, my lifestyle to consider.
None the less, one of the dares that we attempted was the famous 'Kiss (insert person's name of the same gender) on the lips. The dare was that I had to kiss my best friend Kevin on the lips. If i did so, then the two girls would do the same as well. I mean, it was easy as lesbian porn for the two beautiful girls. My best friend who was ready for anything that was even remotely close to being sexual was all ready for it. I still had my social inhibitions to consider and to crown it off, I wasn't that drunk yet despite five glasses of Johnnie Walkers.
It's one thing to kiss a random stranger or a gay guy but to kiss a good friend and colleague of yours is a totally different ball game. It would have been more palatable if my best friend was more pleasing to the eye. Bless his soul and all, but it was while looking at my best friend's acne that I hesitated a little. The bulbous little things seemed to talk on a life of his own. Kevin was a tad irritated with my hesitation and tried pulling me forward with his brute-like arms. But gym-trained arms almost always trump brute arms. I pushed him back.
'If we're going to do this, we'll do it on my terms!' I warned him. At the background, the girls were poised with their cameras and chanting 'Dare! Dare! Dare! Dare! Dare! Dare!' like a gaggle of pom-pom girls.
I swig one big gulp of Barcardi, took three puffs of a cigar and felt the immersive high that overcame me all of a sudden. My alcholic-inspired mind interpreted it as a bunch of guts and courage, and thus I grabbed Kevin's shoulders, closed my eyes and took the plunge.
It was warm and I didn't really enjoy it. A bit like kissing microwaved fish without the butter, spices and other flavouring ingredients. 'Five seconds! five seconds!' the girls dared. and so it's official that i kissed my best friend on the lips for five seconds. Of course, the girls did the kiss on the lips for a full five seconds that verged on being French.
I fell asleep soon after. the good thing though is that we never mentioned the kiss again when we went back to work. Everything happened as if the kiss never happened.
I'm thinking that that's your best friend for you.
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