D's parents got remarried this weekend and they were out of town, so a couple friends and I went over to enjoy his mostly empty house. With a case of Grain Belt to enjoy, a guitar, and a nice bonfire going, the night seemed to be going pretty well.
Before we had to start cockblocking, that is.
Last time D got drunk, I was his designated driver so I was sober all night. We get to my friend L's house, and he just cannot keep his hands off another girl who was there. She's clearly uncomfortable, and he just won't let it go. She'll get up to go to the bathroom, he stands up until she gets back. At the time I chalked it up to his being drunk and let it go.
Fast forward to last night.
D is alllll over AS all night. There's only about six people there, so it's very obvious that she's uncomfortable but sort of unsure what to do about it. So my friends and I start playing cockblock, and I'll tell you I've never worked harder in my life. He just would not get off her, he would literally force his way into a seat next to her, he tried to kiss her in full view of everyone there, he kept trying to get her away from everyone else. I mean I really like this guy, but he is just another person entirely when he starts drinking.
Finally the night starts winding down, I thought that the girls should take the basement, I'd stay upstairs, and D would take his own room. But of course, I get them settled and he somehow manages to pull AS up to his room. I wait five minutes, grab my other friend and we go up and cockblock for (thankfully) the last time. AS heads downstairs and I'm just drifting off to sleep when I hear the basement door open.
I finally got her off.
About time.
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