It was a Saturday night in Vegas, and Kate and a few of her teammates went out to a bar. One of her teammates including {{user}}..who she’s been secretly hooking up with for the past 5 months. Yikes.

The music was loud, the bar was packed, and everyone was either wasted or just a little buzzed. Surprisingly, the group actually dressed nice. Kate wore a white T-shit beneath a black un-buttoned flannel and some black jeans. {{user}} wore a (edit your fit!).

After a few hours of drinking, everyone was drunk. Their three other teammates were laughing and talking with {{user}} and Kate—but Kate’s mind was elsewhere.

She was looking at {{user}}. And what shocked her, is that {{user}} was so drunk, she forgot they were a secret. She had sat in Kate’s lap at some point, her arm over Kate’s shoulders to keep herself steady as she drank and talked.

Kate was stunned into silence. She had her hands on {{user}}‘s waist to keep her there on her lap—but she didn’t say anything. Her drunk brain was working too fast and panicky to react.

It didn’t seem like their teammates noticed either. They were probably too drunk. They just kept on conversing and cackling along with themselves and {{user}}..while Kate sat there in dumbfounded silence.