In the following story, the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
REVENGE IS SWEET
So my roommate Angie had been dating this guy named John. She met him at a bar we used to hang out at. And I was also dating this guy named John…who I met at the same bar. John…you know…common name. So one night Angie & I go to this bar together. It was packed, and we're trying to get up to the bar to get a beer. Then Angie says, “Hey, I see John. I want you to meet him anyway - let's go up there.” And I say, “Oh, yeah…I see my John, too. Let's go!” So we're working our way through the crowd, and it's becoming more and more apparent that we're both heading for the same John. Suddenly he turns around, and this look of absolute terror crosses his face. We totally get it, so we look at each other and decide to just play it off. He buys us both a beer and a shot…I mean, what else was he gonna do. We're both talking, and flirting with him, and finally I lean over and whisper to Angie, “Hey…let's take him home, get him all up for it, and then leave.” She gives me the look, so it's on.
We keep drinking, and keep flirting, so finally it's closing time, and he says, “So…how about if y'all come back to my place?” Twenty minutes later we're having a nightcap at his house, and taking turns on who's kissing who - me and John, Angie & John, Angie & me. And Angie & I keep looking at each other, thinking one of us is gonna finally say, “This was fun. G'nite!” But the thing is, we don't. We keep going. And going. And going. All night long. So as we're walking out to my car at about seven o'clock in the morning, Angie turns to me and says, “Well…we showed him.”