The thing that happened on one of the afterparties
This story, as I write it, kind of has the r/thathappened feel, but it's absolutely legit. I have a fun life, it seems. I am changing all the names for the sake of anonymity, because, although the main character of the story was weird and maybe a bit in the wrong here, she did not do it out of spite, and just didn't realise certain things about how the world works. So I cannot blame her, and only can hope she'll grow up a little bit.
Thing number one I want to get out of the way. About six years ago I have moved to Russia, to live with my fiancé. We were in a long-distance relationship for a very long time, travelling to see each other, before I found a job there and moved; but what I am trying to say is that she has only the basic level of English, therefore, most of the story that follows is me translating her words, since I didn't know the entire thing, as she spoke the most with this white knight girl. This is also in a need of noting, since everything going on was in Russian, so when I say that someone doesn't know English to say something, keep in mind that the original line that I translated was not in English to begin with.
Thing number two is also the start of the story. Don't kinkshame. Yes, we are in open relationships, and no, I don't want to hear anything about it. We're not children that 'experiment', we've been together for a long time, and practically married at this point, and we feel very comfortable not putting the equal sign between love and sex. If anyone doesn't get it - rest assured, I as well cannot get why would you be so jealous about a person you care for having fun, so let's leave it at that: we both don't get each other, so let's just enjoy the story. Another thing to point is that she's bisexual, which is obvious from the story, but I have to point out as well.
So, we all have the image of rock concert afterparties going all kinky. Stars picking up some girls and boys and it all turning in huge orgies. And that is... half-true. Me and my girl, - we'll be calling her Jay here, - have the same tastes in music, art, architecture, and many more, therefore so we always go to the same concerts, museums, and seminars. We have met and befriended a German Rock band few years back, and have been in tight contact ever since, so we are automatically invited to all the afterparties they have, specifically with one of the members we have the most contact is, who girls usually find the cutest of all, so he gets some huge female attention. Let's call this guy A, because that is what his name starts with and I have no active imagination! Now, we both knew what the afterparty would be about, and since I wasn't in the mood for any of that, and Jay doesn't want to go alone, we tried to lie my way out by saying we have our salaries delayed, and thus - no money for the tickets, but then the band sends us invitations - something that is absolutely not nice to ignore, so we're in a need to go.
So, the concert went pretty cheerful. As usual, some people waited for the band in the corridor, some took photos, me, Jay and A chatted a bit, and then us and two other girls decided to heat to the hotel, because what the F else would we do, if the rest of the band wasn't in for the afterparty? One of the girls was absolutely gorgeous, and Jay and her (I wasn't in the mood, so kind of just followed around, occasionally serving as an interpreter when they could not convey a certain message to A) managed to kind of befriend each other from the very first minute. We'll call her Hel. The other girl was a bit weird, but at that time it was just a theory A GAME THEO-- ahem! - she is always very quiet, but while I am a friendly quiet more of a tired type, she was all mysteriously quiet, and A, if we had to walk somewhere, had to drag her along by her hand, because she wouldn't go without him holding her like that. I asked if she was okay, thinking that maybe she's scared, and didn't really want to be in this mess we're about to go for, and I have to lead her away and call a taxi, and she just nodded - she was okay. Well, all-right, I thought, everybody's got their quirks.
The organisers, as usual, didn't realise that A's "I'll be with friends tonight" meant not one person, but four, so there weren't enough taxis called, and so we had to stand outside, in the cold, in front of a closed club, for twenty minutes, while the wind howled mercilessly. When you come to a rock concert at seven, and go out of the doors at half past midnight, you don't expect such a huge leap down in temperatures. We were very lucky that at this point the weird girl didn't show all her weirdness, and we managed to successfully put her in the car with other musicians, and take the next taxi for ourselves (Jay, Hel, me, and A), so at least the trip there was fun.
So, we get into a hotel, and went for registration. Had to stand there for a very-very long time, because they had this odd system where you could only bring no more than two friends into one number, so A had to rent another one so we're all allowed in. As the registration is going, we just stand there and chat, making jokes and giggling at the office. I mostly speak to A< as we have no language barrier between us, but the juiciest part is going on with the girls. As Jay later told me, Hel was telling stories about how last time Halestorm came over, and she managed to seduce a lead singer, and is still absolutely in awe with her. And after that this weird girl comes closer to Jay, and asks what do people usually do in hotel numbers in these situations? Well, Jay, being kind of a naïve girl herself, genuinely thinks the girl is joking, because how can you not know what happens in a hotel number, when a famous musician invites a guy and three girls in? You could've dismissed the most unbelievable options way before you drove here. So she replies: "Sex, and alcohol, and rock-n-roll, of course!" And that girl replies something like "Wow-wow-wow, I am already scared, I didn't expect this, tee-hee-hee!" while her eyes are as huge as a doe's, as if she never heard any of these words before, and she's all giggles. And you know, Jay still thinks that's a joke. That she has this sense of humor. A weird one, but we don't judge.
The girl called herself Ren, which kind of made everyone cringe. A weird fleeting thought ran through my mind about being fifteen, being dark and gloomy, slicing your wrists on the cemeteries right after drinking Red Bull secretly mixed with beer while sitting in the shadow of your own house so mum won't see. And it confirmed, seeing how she was talking about herself under the "I'm not like the others" sauce, peppered with "I am special" curry. Which was especially funny after we realised that her real name was not Ren, but Nancy. And this Nancy stands in front of us, and tells to the girls how evil and badass she is when she drinks, to the point of crawling up the lantern poles, not remembering where she lives, wanting to kill everyone, and eating concrete. The smell of teenage idiocy became stronger...
Meanwhile, I notice how A starts to eye her passport given to reception lady for registration. Although he doesn't understand a single shit she's saying, he kind of feels this teenish aroma in the air, and gently asks where in the name of Rod Stewart can he see a birth date in her passport? After finding it, he relaxes a little, finding out she's not under age, and after about forty minutes of trying to hurry up the sleepy receptionist lady, we go upstairs.
It is half past one in the night, and we suddenly realise we're out of any alcohol. Even beer. Not a single drop besides things we took from the club, and the laws stands that you cannot buy alcohol in shops after 11pm and before 8am. But we have to keep the action going, relax, start having fun, after all. So, we decide we'll play spin the bottle for a wish. Small, cute things, like parodying strip-tease or barking like a dog. During this, Hel says she not only likes boys, but girls too, and I see Jay's eyes sparkle to that, and her forgetting about Nancy.
So, we play. It's funny, it's jolly, and fun. We make up cute stupid things to do. A has to lick the entire bottle, because he wasn't lucky with the wish. We tell stories about the previous afterparties which always went funnier than expected. And Nancy, as she listens, makes huge, surprised eyes, when she realises her gorgeous bass player A unexpectedly had sex with women! And not even one at a time! And not even once before! For some reason, this was news to her after a group of two men and three women basically barged into the number. "What a twist!", quoting Robot Chicken. Twist indeed, seeing how fast she tried to get to making out with him.
So she starts at Jay, and asks "But what if he's contagious!", which makes me facepalm so hard, I actually hurt my own eye with a slap. And Jay replies that that' of course, is possible, but highly unlikely, since he always, always uses condoms - a thing that would put people to an ease after hearing, but it absolutely terrifies Nancy! So, still thinking Nancy just has this sense of humour, Jay jokes, asking "Why, what did you suspect musicians do with beautiful women in their hotel rooms?" to which she replies "But he's a whore! Tell him! Tell him he's a whore!" She cannot say this on her own, because she doesn't even know English, - let alone German, - prepositions. And that's not even a joke, she knows absolutely nothing in English, even though she's almost 20, she cannot even say "hello". But she really, really wants to call A a whore. We, of course, did not call him that, although he himself managed to learn how to pronounce the word very quickly due to her insistence.
After about fifth such request, we all start suspect this is not her sense of humour. Nancy seems to be getting upset, but we cannot in the life of ours determine what is she upset about. But does she leave? Of course she doesn't.
After about another half an hour of the spin-the-bottle game, A's bottle lands on one of the girls (I forget which one), and he wishes for her to kiss him. So, Nancy/Ren stands up, all huffing and puffing, and declares she refuses to play such games, and instead she is going to sit there, on the bed, and look miserable, turning her back to us demonstratively. We kind of poked her a little about it, and shrugged it off, because everyone else had fun, and we wanted to keep it going. And after a while, everyone kind of forgot she was even there.
Time passes, and Jay suddenly starts to poke Hel, A, and me, making big, expressive eyes, and gently nodding to the bed. We remember there were five of us in the room. We realise there is sniffling coming from the bed. We realise that if we won't act now, Nancy will start wailing. So everyone stops, and approaches her, as starts asking what was wrong and why Nancy is crying. Perhaps she wants to join the game, and if not, maybe she wants to go home? We ask softly, and gently, not to damage this delicate young soul she has. Hel asks if she should call a taxi. A through me explains that it's not a problem to check out, and, in fact, there are no problems at all to begin with! Everything for you, my child! I, meanwhile, think that she might have gotten the impression that she is forced to get in on with two males and two females (even though I made it abundantly clear I am not in for anything and would probably sit in the corner and make witty remarks), so try to explain that no one forces her to do anything - this isn't how this works! Guys! This is not how it works! No one forces anyone to do anything during an orgy! It's all clear consent!
And then she turns, looking like a dying swan, hit right in the heart by an arrow, and starts to show off. She wants to leave. But she does not. She doesn't want a cab, but she isn't going to stay here. She is not having fun, but she doesn't want to. Instead, she decides she wants to talk to A instead. Alone. Without knowing English. Or German. And she looks like a loyal puppy, insulted to her core.
So for the next forty minutes Nancy, using their phone and google translate, was messaging A! Without telling anyone anything. We managed to take turns in taking a shower, and change clothes, and chat... now, it sounds fair, but can you imagine yourself in such a situation, stopping the action midway to message with a person right next to you, while everyone else are left to sit there and wait? For forty to sixty minutes.
So, after these forty to sixty minutes passed, she finally made a decision, giving all of us a proud "Hmf!", turning around, and leaving, as she slammed the door behind her... but not before Hel called and paid for her taxi.
Of course, we were around A in seconds, asking what the bloody hell that was. He didn't want to talk, but tiredness, insistence, and as I now think someone getting the hand of his phone, the picture was painted. Apparently, Nancy and A got acquainted through some social media, as A is running band's fan group somewhere, and she was a member. They had a weird google-translated chat, and, after a while, he invited her to the concert. He's a generous fella, it seems, giving out invitations to lots of people he enjoys talking to. And Nancy was also a very pretty lady. A very pretty lady who also was expecting... let's call it, a private session. Made herself some fantasies, probably even imagined how she's moving to Germany with A, settles down, and has half-a-dozen kids. And then suddenly, Jay and Hel come over, dragging another dude with them. And her precious A is not a prince from her young daydreams, but an adult popular guy who loves women and women love him back. And she suddenly realises she's not this unique snowflake who was invited to her prince's temporarily hotel chambers, but one of many. Giant disappointment. Crumbling hopes. Imaginary divorce. Whoring A. Sluts Jay and Hel. Faggot me. Her dreams got broken over the cruel reality.
So while all of us tried to help her to get down to a taxi, were trying to cheer her up, inquire what happened, pushing A to at least see her to the cab (at that point A was quite fed up himself, and was hoping she'll just decide to leave or stay), she used google translate to make A force us all out, and never see us again, and be only with her. And, of course, he said no. In all languages he knew even. Because, one, that's not fair. Two, it's not cool. Three, he knows me and Jay for a few years. Four, because for at least an hour two absolutely beautiful women in bathrobes with nothing underneath are waiting for him, ready to start having all kinds of kinky fun without any kind of mindfuck.
She took a lot of our time, which might have been spent at least on sleep if nothing else.
What really made me review certain things, however, was A's behaviour. Now, it's hard to explain, as we're friends, but I don't really like A that much. I know the romantic people out there would puff their chests and tell about me allowing him to spend time with my woman while I should be a jealous asshole instead, but the truth is, I am getting drowned in his energy. He's overactive, and he's jolly, and too immature for me, and that irritates me quite a bit. I know A's a great person, and I can see why people love him as much as they do, but I cannot stand a lot of him. I am getting crushed by the energy of his. So, I generally say I don't really like him. What made me change my mind and gain so much respect towards him (and I admit, I became less confrontational with/about him ever since), was the fact that he was so obviously irritated, but he never showed it to Nancy. He never screamed, or growled, not a single sarcastic remark, not a single swear or rude word - always gentle, and always smiling, always soft, and tactful. You just have to respect a man after this, while you yourself have quite a patience, but would absolutely tell that girl to just fuck off.
TL;DR: a girl comes to a rock musician's hotel room with a group of other people for an orgy, tries to force him to get everyone out, because she has dreams about him being her prince charming, and living with him together happily ever after.
