Emily felt so fortunate that this only happened once every few weeks. She and her boyfriend would visit their favorite sports bar and have a few drinks while watching the game in high definition. She didn't mind the aggressive competition displayed on the television screen. It became something that she most anticipated when visiting the place. What she couldn't tolerate was the fact that Terrence had the high probability of having a little too much to drink. She never said anything about it, since he didn't get into trouble at all with the rest of the patrons. She didn't like, however, doing the hard work whenever the evening ended on a high note.
On a warm Saturday night, Emily invited her best friend along. It turned out to be a special occasion, since this would be the night when the Los Angeles Clippers had the opportunity to break the Golden State Warrior's winning streak. Brenda, Emily's best friend, decided to bring her own boyfriend as well. Feeling a little skeptic turned out to be a little too common for Emily. She already acknowledged how their two boyfriends took turns being a little too inebriated when joining the crowd.
Once they entered the bar, the basketball game had just started. Emily, Terrence, Brenda, and Andrew had taken their seats at a random booth. The twenty-three-year-old patrons didn't dress up, since straightforward attire would be recommended more than coat and tie, or anything else that would propel their incongruity out in the open for some terribly amusing banter. Emily and Brenda wore their blue jeans and t-shirts, while Terrence and Andrew settled for their brown cargo shorts. Once the server arrived, Terrence and Andrew were the first to order their drinks. Emily would have hoped that the two young men didn't order the same alcoholic beverages as last time. But she snapped herself back to reality and waited until the two men stopped ordering what perhaps could be their fifth glass of margarita.
Luckily, as the first half of the Clippers game reached its end, Terrence and Andrew didn't ask for a third glass just yet. They, along with Emily and Brenda, had finished their dinner but proceeded to watch the rest of the game with the other Clippers fans in the building. Emily watched as Terrence finally asked the server for another glass of margarita. At this point, she gave up in having an easy trip home. She sat in silence, pondering if Terrence had been the correct choice for her. The twenty-three-year-old man did have flaws, but his positive attitude and undeniable charisma kept him from being discarded by common sense. His handsome features, including his thin black beard and broad shoulders and mostly the sturdy abs that he had earned in the gym, invigorated his ability to entice her in many ways.
Emily felt sure that her best friend felt the same way about her own boyfriend. Brenda always told her that Andrew was a lucky catch. His short blond hair, clean shaven face, and non-aggressive demeanor had been the very things that drew Brenda in. The young redheaded woman had promised that she would never let him go. Their two-year relationship became solid evidence of that.
Once the game had ended, Terrence and Andrew decided to celebrate the Clippers' victory just a little longer. Meaning, they ordered two more glasses of margarita for each other.
Emily shrugged her shoulders at Brenda and said, "What can you do at a time like this?"
The two young women let their boyfriends sip their beverages for the next half hour. Terrence and Andrew laughed as they cracked jokes at each other, with humor ranging from immature toilet jokes to even some clever satire. Emily could listen to them all night. The friendship between these two men had remained durable ever since their first encounter two years ago. She appreciated their everlasting bond, something that made the two men appear more captivating than before. But something felt missing in their friendship. She couldn't figure it out, but there had to be something that could have made their friendship more invulnerable than ever. Nevertheless, she stayed in her seat and let Terrence and Andrew demonstrate their failure to openly admit their growing inebriation.
The night had finally ended when the quartet left the bar. Emily and Brenda had to help their boyfriends enter the automobile and fasten their seatbelts. As long as they didn't vomit in her sedan, Emily would have no trouble heading home in the city of Anaheim. The sun had already faded into temporary oblivion, with only the crescent moon beings its substitute for the next twelve hours. Southern California activated its street lights to illustrate vibrant morsels on the streets and in suburban neighborhoods all over its flat basin.
Everything seemed to be moving along nicely, until Terrence asked a completely random question.
"Emily...which of our dicks is bigger?"
It just came out of nowhere, and Emily could do nothing but wallow in the next few seconds of silence.
She cleared her throat before she said, "I wouldn't know. I guess they're both the same."
Terrence chuckled. "I bet mine is bigger than Andrew's."
Andrew slapped him on the arm. "Stop it. Actions speak louder than words."
"What the hell are you trying to say? Yours is bigger than mine?"
"You bet it is."
Terrence looked down at Andrew's lap. "I don't think so."
"Let's have a contest. Let's see which erection is bigger. The one who loses has to pay a hundred dollars."
Gazing at her rearview mirror, Emily replied, "Don't do it. We could get pulled over by the cops. Why don't you just give up and take a rest at my place?
Emily could see her boyfriend rubbing his fingers against the special area between his legs. He murmured, "You just don't want us to have any fun."
"I just don't want to get pulled over, that's all."
"We'll see if we can do the contest at your place."
Emily shook her head in amusement. "Don't count on it."
* * *
Emily had reached her apartment building several minutes later. She whispered to Brenda, "Let's just get this over with."
Brenda already knew what she meant. The two of them brought their boyfriends out of the car and helped them keep their balance as they tried to take a short walk. Emily and Brenda had to grab them by their arms as they ascended up the stairs and reached the second floor.
Emily whispered to Terrence, "Maybe you should sleep here for tonight. I could use a bit of company."
Terrence smiled. "That sounds like a really great idea."
Emily unlocked her front door and led the other three inside. The two-bedroom apartment was clean and spacious, as if a complete renovation of the entire interior at taken place. She felt so fortunate to have brownish-white carpeting and up-to-date furniture, which was why seeing the two men taking a seat on the sofa made her a little nervous.
She asked, "Do you need to lie down?"
Terrence waved it off. "We'll be fine. We just need to see which is bigger."
Emily wagged her finger at him. "Don't even think about it. We've got better things to do."
Brenda whispered in her ear, "Like what?"
"I don't know. Just wait and see."
She watched as Terrence and Andrew slouched in their seats. They appeared exhausted after the vivacious celebration that took place immediately after the Clippers' victory.
She asked her best friend, "Want to join me in the kitchen?"
Brenda simply nodded and followed her into the other room.
For a moment, Terrence and Andrew stayed still. The faint and distant noise that originated in the kitchen made Terrence lift his head up and pay attention to what might have transpired away from the living room.
He whispered to Andrew, who had his eyes closed. "Let me see what you've got."
Andrew immediately opened his eyes and gave him a suspicious look. "You still believe that yours is bigger than mine?"
Still inebriated by the excessive intake of tonight's margaritas, Terrence kept his eyes on the bulge that had been formed in Andrew's cargo shorts.
"I just like to see what I'm up against."
"Why would I want to date Emily when I've got Brenda by my side?"
Terrence chuckled. "I don't want Emily to leave me for you."
"Is that what this is about? You're afraid she might dump you just because I've got the bigger one in the group?"
"Oh, fuck off. I can prove that you're all talk and no walk."
Andrew's grin grew larger as he straightened up in his seat. "Take a look yourself."
"Show it to me."
