It always starts with a summons.

The text message came in the afternoon, asking us to come to his house. He asked us to come at 9:00 pm. Casting furtive glances at the walls, I knew that this will end up with me nursing the drunks, as always, being the non drinker in the group.

So housemate cooked up a storm of asado, which is very very nicely done, got ready at 10:00 pm, and went got there by 11:00 pm. Some of the guests were already leaving by then. So much for the well done asado. The host, who was the birthday celebrator, led us to the rooftop, where the drinking was already halfway done. Halfway done, as most of the people left there, all six of them, were partially to fully inebriated. I sat on the chair farthest from the group, trying to appreciate the rock music blaring on the makeshift sound system dangerously perched on a shaky table.

Other than housemate and I, all of them were straight guys. Not a good sign. This will be a boring night, I could tell.

About thirty minutes into the fray, some of the people left drifted to sleep or home. In the end there were only four of us: me, housemate, celebrator, and the other guy who, for want of a better, shall be referred to as Dick from heretofore.

Dick is an interesting study. He tries to pass himself off as an intellectual in want of an education. At one point, he asked why some girls mistook him as being gay. I didn't know how to answer. He just felt gay. After maybe realizing there were two gays and two guys left in the party, he started to preen. He took off his shirt, showing off his semi gym'd body. Housemate started to salivate. This is gonna be messy.

So after a couple of minutes of preening and salivating, housemate asked me to bring Dick home. So, being closer to celebrator than Dick, I asked if they wanted to continue drinking at our place, since it was almost dawn and celebrator's dad might throw a fit if he sees the rooftop in shambles when the sun comes.

At this time, celebrator is really really drunk. He said he wanted to just sleep. I told him he can sleep while housemate and Dick drank some more. And probably get themselves into something they'd regret in the morning. Or not regret. Hesitantly, and with a lot of prodding from me, he said they'd come but only if they can go back home when the drinking is done.

So we got ourselves a tricycle, made our way through the deserted streets of nowhere town, got off by our gate, and let ourselves in.

Lo and behold, as soon as we crossed the treshold, housemate, who had been salivating for Dick, went straight to bed and slept. Soundly.

Okay. Situation. I don't drink. Celebrator is really really drunk and does not want to drink again. Dick wanted to drink some more, with his shirt off. Housemate, who is an alcoholic, is sleeping. So I had to do the entertaining for Dick. I took the nailcutter / bottle opener, got one of the four grandes opened, and poured for Dick. For show, I took a glass myself.

Talk is cheap, so we talked about nothing. Celebrator at this time was melting all over the chair he was in, trying to look like he's listening to the non conversation. Every now and then he'd snore softly. A little after 4:00 am, Dick started to get stranger. He put his head between and legs and was cussing softly. I was loathe to touch his naked back.

I asked if he wanted to blow. Excuse me, to barf. He said maybe. So I took him by the hand and led him to our little toilet / bathroom. He pulled a chair by the door and sat there, right by the door leading to the privy.

He held my hand, was saying sorry all the time. I told him it was okay and, as it was a drinking spree, was expected. And that I'm used to nursing the drunk all the time. He kept on apologizing, nonetheless. He held my hand the whole time. So I tried to stand to get a glass of water as I was nearly dehydrated by the three glasses of beer I had. He held fast to me and ask me to not leave him. As the water container was an arm's length away, I said I wouldn't leave him, I just need a drink. He wouldn't let me up. There he sat on the monoblock and me kneeling in front of him, my right hand in both of his. Huh.

After a couple of minutes longer than what was necessary to regain his composure, he stood. Naturally, I stood with him.

Then, he hugged me. Tight. His pants rubbing against my shorts. I had to hug him back, my hands automatically groping his ass. This, I want to be understood, is an automatic response. He was whispering sorry and thank you in my ear. I didn't care. I was busy with his ass. All the while, we could hear the snoring of housemate and celebrator. Talk about ambient sounds.

Then, he kissed me. Initially, a peck on the cheek. Then on the other. Then the skin between my cheek and lips. Then, he kissed me right smack on the lips. I kissed him back. Then we were kissing like there was no tomorrow. Tongue on tongue, teeth grinding against teeth. He tasted sweet, like beer fermented to perfection. His hands was kneading my back, mine was kneading his ass, more intensely now. He was rubbing his drunk semi hard on against my crotch. The maong pants was scratching the bare flesh of my legs, but I didn't care. All that mattered was the kiss we were sharing. For that one moment, we were kissing like we were lovers.

It ended as abruptly as it began. Celebrator was awake and was asking what was going on. We said nothing was. Dick patted my cheek, I'd like to think it was in an affectionate way, but more like he got doused with a bucket of ice cold water and realized I wasn't a girl. Not biologically, anway. He said thank you, again, and sorry, again.

Celebrator said they needed to go home. I asked what I was supposed to do about the four bottles on the floor. Celebrator said I could drink them some other time. Right. Like I drink. Dick, at this time, was already downstairs by the gate.

I saw them out the gate, waited until they got a tricycle, locked the gate behind me, and plopped on the makeshift bed I have on the floor.

I didn't want to think about the kiss anymore. I didn't want to think about Dick anymore. I'm sure he wasn't thinking about me.