So in college, I lived in a co-ed dormitory, with men living in one wing and women in the other, separated by a single door that ended up getting locked from the girls' side before the end of the year (that's actually another story involving another guy that I'll share another time.) I got along well with most of the floor, and one of the girls (her name was Rachel), whom was also a graphic design major. She and a couple of other girls always hung out with us when we did our Super Smash Bros. tournaments. But I digress.
Anyway, I'm coming back from an evening class, and as I'm getting settled in, Rachel comes to my room, super nervous, and asks me if I could go with her and Amy to a city some 100+ miles away for whatever it was Amy needed to go there for, stating it was 'an emergency'.
Now the thing about Amy. She was a big girl, and actually could be considered fairly pretty. But by god, she was annoying. She couldn't really carry a tune to save her life, it sounded like someone punching Yoko Ono in the Fallopian tube. She also had this nasty side where she would bully other girls on that floor, and was ordered to stop by the RA. Before my story, though, nothing was ever done about her.
I'd initially disagreed to go, as I had an 8 o'clock class the next morning, but Rachel was visibly nervous about the whole thing. And who could blame her, she didn't fancy the idea of going so far away for reasons unknown to her. In the end, I caved and went, and to this day I'm so fucking glad I did, too.
Amy was thrilled that I was going along. So we pile into her car, and the entire way there, she's got country music blaring so loud, we couldn't even hold a decent conversation. Plus add to the fact that she can't sing... yeah. That car ride was hell.
We get to this town she wanted to go to so badly, and she finally turns the radio off as we're crossing the bridge to go into downtown. Up until now she refused to tell us where we were going, so we just kind of looked at her, waiting for an explanation.
She pulls into this inn on the riverfront. "We're here!"
"... What."
I just stared at her. Rachel is in the backseat, muttered something along the lines of "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
The inn housed a bar that hosted karaoke events every Wednesday. This was the 'emergency' that she needed to tend to.
Well, it was balls cold outside (this was in the middle of winter, I might add) so in we went. Amy goes in first, flirting with men that were easily the same age as my father, and she steps up to the stage and gets her karaoke crap set up.
Rachel and I ended up playing some billiards to pass the time, and every so often we'd hear Amy's screech in the background as we played. Rachel was playing a fairly good game that night, and would've kicked my ass too, when Amy comes over to me, pulling on my arm and trying to drag me to the stage. We argued as best we could over the music, and finally she stalks off in a huff, and I turn to find Rachel missing.
Thankfully I didn't have to go far to find her. One of the older guys had basically cornered her in this indoor pool area, trying to... yeah. I yelled at the asshole, grabbed Rachel by the wrist, and brought her back to the bar with me, where we found Amy guzzling some drink (I couldn't tell you what it was exactly, but I could smell the alcohol on her breath, and almost hurled right then and there) and I told her we were leaving NOW.
"Oh, yeah, it's getting late, isn't it?" She said this with a fucking giggle, looking at Rachel and myself, while Rachel was barely standing, physically shaking behind me.
So we grab our stuff and get back to Amy's car, and immediately we have an argument over who was going to drive. Amy kept blubbering that she was sober enough to drive. Rachel, well, she was in no fit state to try. Me, I was mad as hell, and I finally just grabbed the keys from her and told her either she was coming with us, or we were leaving. And if she called the police, she'd have to explain to them why she planned to drive back to college 100 miles away while inebriated.
That entire ride home, Amy's in the seat bawwing about how she wished we could stay a bit longer, and how I was being mean to her. I ignored this until we got to the edge of the college town, when she said, "You know, you shouldn't have come after all, you ruined everything!"
I slammed on the brakes, turned to her and said, "Listen you fat sack of shit. You dragged us all the way to a fucking BAR, just so you can screech like a dying ferret because you so love your goddamned karaoke, and while you were busy flirting with grandpas and the like, Rachel was cornered by an old drunk fuck. So you want to talk about a ruined night? Why don't we start with you!"
It was dead quiet in the car after that. We got back to the dorms, I tossed the keys back at Amy and escorted Rachel to her room, and after making sure she was okay, I went back to mine and just collapsed on the bed.
This story doesn't quite end here, though, as the following Wednesday I'm downstairs with another floor mate who worked the front desk, and we were chatting and having a good time, when he gets a call about a noise complaint on our floor. So out of morbid curiosity (plus it was getting late for me anyway) I go up there with a couple of the security guys to find Amy, sobbing outside of Rachel's door, pounding on it with her hammy fists, screaming that she needed Rachel to come with her back to that horrid bar. I just walked back to my room at that point, before I let my temper get the better of me.
And the thing is, Rachel wasn't even there when this all happened, she'd gone to study with a friend in another dorm, so she did have a few pointed questions after she found her dry erase board on her door basically dented and broken. In the end, Rachel ended up reporting the harassment, and Amy was not only fined for the noise that she was making, but she was ordered to leave Rachel alone, or be removed from the building.
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