Not realizing what had happened, Nina began to kiss Jon again. Jon pulled away, still panting. Nina looked at Jon in confusion.
Then, as realization dawned on her, her mood began to sour. Her grip on Jon slackened as she slid off him. She looked down at the wet spot on Jon's dress with a look of disappointment. Then she looked down at her own dress and saw a similar wet spot smeared up her dress where she had slid down his torso. Her disappointment turned to anger. She swore loudly in French and ran off to the bathroom.
"Nina! I'm sorry" Jon called out to her, "I couldn't help myself"
Nina paused to give him a rude hand gesture before continuing on to the ladies room.
Jon took a step toward her and stumbled. "Whoa." The drinks were starting to get to him. He hadn't noticed it as much with Nina (he was a bit distracted), but now... Was the room always spinning like that?
Jon tried to follow Nina into the Ladies room, but another woman stopped him at the door before he could. Jon couldn't understand the words she said, but her message was clear: "Fuck Off"
Jon sighed and went into the Mens room to clean himself off. He looked at his dress in the mirror. It was clearly ruined. He grabbed the material and tried to scrub it under the faucet.
"This is just like Todd all over again." Jon said as he again began to fall into memory. Before giving away her virginity to Todd, Jon used to give Todd hand jobs to satisfy him. Even now, Jon remembered looking down at Todd's shaft as her fingers wrapped around it. Jon pumped her hand up and down. Slow at first, but then-
"Arrg!" Jon yelled, pulling himself out of the memory. He grabbed at his head, pounding his fingers into his temples until his head ached. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"
These memories kept coming to him unbidden. He looked angrily into the mirror. He had trouble focusing on his reflection. "This whole thing is your fault!" The only reason things advanced so fast with Nina was because of those flashes.
"I never fucked Todd, I don't know a Mary-Anne, I never went to college, I'm not a fucking woman!"
Jon noticed the dress he was still wearing.
He looked at it at his soaked dress in disgust. Angrily, he pulled it off over his head and jammed it into the garbage can. He glared at the crumpled up garment angrily. It seemed to stare at him, mocking him.
He kicked at the trash can in anger. It felt good. He did it again. He liked the satisfying Clank sound that came from it. He kicked again. There was now a noticeable dent in the metal container.
"Ahem" A man cleared his throat.
Jon looked up and saw a man standing beside him. Jon felt his face turn hot red. He didn't realize anyone else was in here. The guy must have been in one of the stalls and Jon hadn't realized.
Embarrassed, Jon lashed out at him, "The Fuck do you want?!" Jon yelled angrily.
The man simply glared at Jon before pushing past him and exiting the bathroom.
"You forgot to wash your hands!" Jon yelled after him.
"Disgusting perv." Jon muttered to himself, as he clutched his head in pain.
