There is only so long a man will allow himself to be tortured before the pain and rage inevitably consume him.

And sitting there, watching my date smother my roommate between her tits as they drank and drank felt like someone had driven a blade into my heart and was slowly, maliciously twisting it.

I looked at Hugo, who was still poking at the unconscious petite girl, and slid my chair back. "I think I'm gonna call it a night," I said.

Chelsea's head whipped up from where she'd buried it in Ben's neck. "No, Mike, stay," she begged. "You can't go yet. The fun's not even started."

Her nickname for me made my fury tick up a notch. "The fun ended a long time ago," I muttered. "I'm leaving now. Either come with me or don't."

Hugo snickered and turned away from the brunette, swiping his first two fingers under his nose. "And you're leaving this one with me, right?"

I took a glance at her, unmoving and slumped on the table. "You're disgusting."

Chelsea batted her eyelashes stupidly and gulped down the shot in her hand. "I'm ready to go," she told me. She grabbed Ben's face in her hand, I think trying to get his attention. "What about you, hmm?"

"No," I snapped. "Just you and me. That's it."

"B-but..." she whined as I stood up. "You're roommates, aren't you? So we're all going to the place. It'll be fine. He'll just pass out. He won't even know what we're doing."

Finding a girl to bang had been my main objective coming here, but the thought of having sex with Chelsea now, especially with Ben blacked out across the room, was so repulsive I would have sooner gotten with Kitty again.

"I'm calling an uber," I said, but she was ignoring me, too busy petting Ben's hair like a dog. Hugo shot me a smirk and I bet he was thinking, how pathetic must you be if you can get your girl stolen in one minute by a five-foot-tall idiot who can't even complete a coherent sentence.

Honestly, I wondered myself.

Unable to look at them a second longer, I pushed my way through the crowd of people flinging themselves around to music and went outside to make the call, the night air immediately relaxing me. It would take about ten minutes for the driver to arrive, but inside that would feel like thousands and thousands of years burning in hell.

Eventually, despite the dark, I saw a rusty old silver vehicle pull up, and the text confirming the guy was here. I could so easily, I thought, just get in the car and go home, maybe even get some sleep for once, but I forced myself to go back for Chelsea.

She was lying half upside down in my chair, her spiky heels propped up on the table. Hugo and the brunette were nowhere to be seen. "Get up," I muttered. "Uber's here."

"I'm not going if he's not," she said firmly. I glanced at Ben. His eyes were closed and he'd spilled one of the shots on himself.

"Fine," I grumbled.

Her eyes lit up excitedly and she struggled to sit up. "C'mon," she giggled to him. "Let's go, we're leaving."

"Who's leaving?" he slurred.

"You are, silly," she said. I scowled at both of them.

She was tall and thin, and when she stood up I saw they were practically the same height. He had maybe one inch on her. I wanted to grab her and yell, I'm tall! I'm hot! Hell, I'm even decently well off. Why the fuck don't you want me?

"Rhoda?" said Ben.

"Chelsea," she corrected. "And what's your name?"

"Whatever."

"What's his name?" she asked me.

I didn't answer. I was more concerned with getting home. Luckily, the beat-up silver car was still outside. "Hey," I said when the driver rolled down his window. He was an old, skinny man, the wrinkles on his face packed with grime and his teeth a deep yellow.

"They with you?" he said, nodding towards Chelsea, who was waddling over, Ben in tow.

"Yeah," I replied gruffly. "Chels, hurry up, would you?"

She stopped short in front of the car, nearly tripping. I got in first, sliding all the way over to the opposite seat. Ben dove in next, or rather got shoved in by Chelsea, who crawled in after him.

"Don't you want to sit with me, darling?" I asked her as Ben turned back and continued to grope her in front of me. He squeezed her breasts in his hands and stared at me as he shook them, almost triumphantly.

"Look," he said, his voice childish.

"I can see," I assured him.

Chelsea pulled down her shirt further, making one of her tits pop out, and squealed loudly as he lurched forward and wrapped his lips around it.

The driver chuckled. I looked up and saw him staring through the rearview mirror. "Feelin' left out?" he taunted me.

"Why don't you keep those beady eyes on the damn road?" I said.

He scowled at me and turned his head back around, harshly putting the gear stick in drive.

Ben stopped kissing Chelsea suddenly, panic in his eyes. "I'm gonna throw up," he said. Neither me or Chelsea responded. He started to lean towards her again, then evidently changed his mind and fell back into the seat. "I don't... feel so good."

"I can stop," the driver offered. He was staring again.

I jumped up, slamming my hand against the back of his seat and gripping the material. "How about you just get this goddamn car on the fucking road and I won't break both your hands so bad that you can never fucking drive again." He gave me a horrified stare, his ugly eyes stretched wide. "Let's go," I hissed, my teeth gritted.

Chelsea stretched up and planted a kiss on Ben's jaw. "I'll make you feel better," she breathed, tracing her hand down his body. He squirmed and kissed her kips eagerly.

I sat back down in my seat while the driver finally started moving. "Leave him alone, would you?" I said quietly to Chelsea as she unzipped Ben's jeans, both her hands running back and forth over his crotch. "He's drunk off his ass."

"So?"

I snorted. "So you're basically raping him."

"You don't mind, do you?" she chortled as he struggled out of his pants. "See, he wants it. Of course he does. Oh, Mike, don't be mad at me. I like you too."

She pushed Ben out of the way and climbed closer to me, her boobs still falling out of her shirt.

"I'll do you when we get there," she breathed against my neck, her voice dripping with sugar. "Maybe right now."

I gently removed her hand from where it was creeping down my stomach to my crotch. "Not interested, sorry," I said.

She made a huge pouting face and returned to Ben, who was looking at us sadly. I doubted he had even the slightest clue what was going on. I frowned at her for a second, climbing on top of him, tracing her fingertip along his cheek, then turned and stared out the window.

The driver slowed the car down outside the dorm building at last, braking sharply as he did so.

Ben groaned and grabbed onto my knee as Chelsea started stroking him and I slapped his hand away. "Y'all got a room y'all can take this to?" the driver shouted, peering his head around once more.

"That's kind of the point of this whole car ride, old man," I said. I pulled my wallet from my back pocket and fished out fifteen dollars for him before opening my door and getting out. I walked around the car and opened the other door to see Chelsea and Ben, her on her knees and holding him in her hand. "Time to go," I said cheerily.

She frowned. "You're really set on ruining my fun, aren't you?"

The driver sat back, peering his head around again in what I took to be an attempt at subtlety. "Look at him one more time and I swear I'll kill you," I whispered.

He twisted his whole body back around and stared straight ahead.

I took a deep breath and turned to Ben, leaning past Chelsea into the car. I grabbed both his hips and slid him down the seat towards me, which made him make some happy little noise. There was no way I was dealing with the pants, but I did my best to get his underwear back on him. "Is he okay?" Chelsea asked me.

"No. Where the hell are his shoes?"

She shrugged. "He must've kicked them off under the seat."

"Michael?" Ben murmured softly. He smiled up at me, his chocolate brown eyes full of adoration.

"Shut up," I said.

"I love you," he said, and, stretching up on his toes, tried to force his face to mine.

I turned him around so he was facing in front of me. "Walk," I ordered. He made a pitiful sniffling noise and stumbled forward.

As our little trio hobbled to the door, I began to feel like a mother leading a pack of children away from a playground. "Wait," Ben mumbled suddenly. I turned, unprepared, as he dropped to his knees on the stone walkway and promptly vomited into the grass.

Chelsea gasped and covered her mouth in horror. "Oh, poor baby." She knelt, trying to get her arms around him. The skin on his knees was a little bloody but it didn't appear to register with him. Chelsea looked at me from the ground. "Is he gonna make it up those stairs?"

"Probably not," I said. "So what are you gonna do? This was your brilliant idea. You're the one that insisted he come with us."

She looked ready to cry. "Mike, please."

I scowled at her. "Would you stop calling me that? It's Michael, Mi-chael. Got it?"

"Mike-" she started.

"Just shut up." I crouched behind them, turning towards Ben. He was staring right through me. "Look at me," I said. "Can you hear me? Hello?" He ignored me and threw up another mouthful of vomit. Chelsea screamed and jumped back. "Shit," I muttered.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered.

I pressed my lips together, taking a huge breath. "Don't worry about it," I said. "Do you think you can stand up for me?" He nodded slowly. "Okay," I said. "Let's stand up."

I grabbed onto his arms, just so he wouldn't topple forward into his vomit, and flashed a look up at Chelsea as she slowly got to her feet. Her face was creased in a mixture of disgust and concern.

I slipped my arms beneath Ben's and pulled myself up, dragging him with me. He started falling again and I turned him to one side, then leaned down and scooped his legs out from under him. "Oh, god," said Chelsea.

Ben made no effort to hold onto me. He went limp and smacked his nose against my shoulder.

"You gonna carry him the rest of the way?" Chelsea asked, raising an eyebrow. "Not gonna lie, I kinda wish that was me right now." I didn't see how it was very attractive for me to walk around with another guy in my arms, but who knows. The fact that he was still hard made it painfully worse.

"Well, unfortunately for you, darling, you currently have the luxury of being able to walk," I told her.

"I can walk," Ben mumbled.

I laughed despite my mood. "Yeah, 'cuz you were doing so well the last time."

"Can we be friends again?" he asked sweetly, swinging his legs.

I cleared my throat. "Sure."

Even if I bothered to tell him how miserable he had made me or how he'd single-handedly ruined my entire night, he wouldn't even remember it in the morning.

"Chels, c'mere," I said. She looked up. I nodded towards the door in front of us. "Get that, would ya?" I said, shifting him in my arms.

Chelsea frowned, but opened it for me. She scampered up the stairs in front of me, her ripped jean shorts so high up I could see where her ass cheeks creased against the backs of her thighs.

I did my best to direct her to the right room so she could open that door too, then headed straight for Ben's bed so I could drop him there like a sack of potatoes.

When I turned around, Chelsea was hanging off of the door frame and pushing her hips out.

"Now..." she trailed off, sauntering forward in this funny little walk. I didn't move. She reached me and pressed her body against mine, her hands sliding up the sides of my chest. "Well. Why don't you tell me?"

"Now you leave," I said dully. "Unless you still want to fuck him. But don't expect me to sit around and wait for my turn with your used pussy."

"Will you take a selfie with me?" she said suddenly. "It's, um, it's a sorority thing."

"Selfies are specific to sororities?"

"It's a thing Amy's making us do. We have to go around and take a picture with all the guys we slept with until we get to thirty." She bit her lip. "By Saturday."

I rolled my eyes. "You can't be serious. What are you at?"

She looked down. "Sixteen," she murmured.

"Jesus Christ," I said. "Thank you so much for telling me. If I ever for a second was considering fucking you, now I know you have sixteen guys worth of chlamydia living inside you."

"Can you just take the picture?" she mumbled, poking at the floor with her toe.

I groaned and scrubbed at my tired eyes with my palms. "I don't really want to be on your little list, but hey. Why don't you do it with him?" I looked behind me. "Benny, you wanna take a picture with Chelsea here?"

He had managed to roll over and was suffocating himself in his sheets. "Who?" he murmured as I pushed him back onto his side. Before I could even turn around she had handed me her phone, camera open, and was clambering into bed beside him.

I sighed loudly as I watched her grip his crotch pretty harshly in her hand. "Alrighty then. Let's get this over with, shall we? One, two, three, everyone say cheese."

It took me a second to take the picture. The flash came on in the darkness and Chelsea blinked her eyes shut.

"Cheese," said Ben, way too late. I held out the phone for Chelsea to take back.

"You sure I can't stay, Mike?" she asked, her hand half-way up his shirt.

I blinked hard, that last Mike pushing me over my breaking point. "Yep," I said. "Time to go."

"You're-" she started.

"Time to go," I repeated, more menacing this time. I advanced on the bed and made a grab at her arm.

She scrambled up. "Don't touch me," she yelled, making a wide circle around me. I bit my lip and shook my head. She lingered for a second in the threshold of the hallway. "Well, goodnight then," she said, apparently over her sudden fear.

"Sounds like you have a big night ahead of you. Good luck." I smiled and gave her two thumbs-up.

She put her hand on her hip. "You're a real asshole, you know that?" she said before turning down the hallway.

"So I've been told," I murmured to her back.

I ran my hand through my hair and walked over to my bed to grab Ben's pillow, then brought it over to him. He'd turned over onto his face again. "Lift your head," I said harshly, staring directly at the wall.

He didn't move.

I dropped the pillow next to him with a sigh and pulled him up a little, then forced him onto his side for the second time and moved down to pull the sheet up around him the best I could. "Try to stay like this, okay?" I told him, not even sure he was listening.

"Mmm," he mumbled, curling his legs up.

I smiled slightly and brushed his fluffy hair up out of his face. "Okay," I whispered. I leaned down and kissed the side of his forehead and then turned away, towards the open door.

"Touch me," he said.

I sucked in my breath. "No."

"Can we cuddle?" he tried again, his voice catching.

"Go to sleep," I said. "I'll see you tomorrow."

I paused for half a second and then walked over to the door, closing it softly behind me as I left. I shook away the guilt pricking at me as I jogged down the stairs. I would spend the remainder of my night alone, in the quietest bar in town, and I wouldn't think about anything that had happened on this horrible day.

But for some reason, as I gulped down shot after shot, I didn't feel it in the slightest.