"Is that the rock I made you lug all the way back from Calico Basin because it looks like Yoda?" I asked.
Owen knocked back a shot of tequila. "Yes. But no changing the subject. Trent, cheating, breakup, go." Owen looked a little rough around the edges, and I wondered why he had started drinking without me. It was nice to have a friend so upset on my behalf, but it seemed like more.
I poured a large glass of wine and shrugged. "Now that I think about it, Trent might have just been something to do."
Owen clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from spitting tequila across the kitchen island. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "'Just something to do?' My, my, Ms. Thomas, you are a modern woman."
"I meant between classes and homework," I said before I realized that sounded just as bad. "No. What I mean is that I was only dating him for the distraction. Though, that might just be the hurt and wine talking."
"Drink more, get to what happened today," Owen said. He led me around the kitchen island and over to the leather couch. His big-screen television was still cued up to Dark Flag. Light Slayer was paused surveying the Black Fields. Below, his clan members were running some of the missions he had sent them on. The messages flooded back to him down the left side of the screen. In the upper righthand corner, I could see his list of flagged players open in the corner. I was at the top of the list.
"I introduced him to this cute nursing major in my program," I said. "Oh, God. I remember talking with Trent about how adorable John was that night. Am I just completely oblivious?"
"No. People are in relationships for all kinds of reasons. Just because you did not psychically know he was attracted to this John does not mean anything. It just did not disrupt what you wanted out of your relationship. So, what did?"
"I walked in on the two of them in Trent's dorm room today," I said.
Owen slammed his shot glass down on the coffee table and poured himself another messy shot. "Fucking hell, Quinn. I know how that feels. I'm sorry."
"You know how that feels?"
Owen picked up the shot glass and paused. He then sat back very carefully, took the shot, and turned to face me on the leather sofa. "I know exactly how it feels. I walked in on Sienna fucking some other guy."
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The tequila shots and foul language suddenly made sense. Owen was feeling the same things I had. His empathy was driving him to drink and curse and reach for my hand. His agate-blue eyes were locked on mine, and I could see he was telling the truth.
"Sienna cheated on you," I said. I had to look away, down into the deep red of my glass of wine. Then, I took a long, slow drink. My insides were fluid, loosened by the red wine, and his confession had sent a tsunami through me. I took his hand and felt his warm, hard grip.
Owen shifted on the sofa but his eyes did not leave mine. "About the same time you met Trent, I came to campus to surprise Sienna."
"I remember," I said. "You had called me about her class schedule."
"It was going to be our half-anniversary. She always liked to create as many celebrations as possible. We hadn't celebrated a ‘halfversary’ for a few years," he said.
"Except I remember she found out and told you it wasn't a good time," I said. "I didn't tell her."
"I know. Things had not been going well for a long time. After she moved to UCLA, we became more pen pals than girlfriend and boyfriend. I knew it was over, but I needed to see her face-to-face."
"And instead, you saw that," I said. The same cliff-falling feeling that had come over me was in Owen's eyes. The scene with Trent and John flashed in front of my eyes and I drained my glass of wine. Even then, the image still swum before me. "She never thinks, thought about what other people might do or feel. Why couldn't she just be the bigger person and break up with you?"
"Is that what you wanted Trent to do?" Owen asked.
"Yes, but that's totally different. He wants me to be the kind of girlfriend that understands he likes to have a little guy action on the side. He didn't even think it was cheating. Sienna knew she was cheating on you." I stood up, agitated.
"Sienna didn't want to break up because she liked the image of sweet collegiate girl with a high school sweetheart," Owen said. "And I wanted to visit to see if she had outgrown that yet or not. I got my answer and it was alright. We had been over for a long time."
"That's a terrible reason to keep dating someone, and you just let her," I said.
"I know, but would you and I have kept talking if I wasn't with Sienna?" The question burned his throat more than the tequila, and he cleared it a few times in a row. "Now, wait. This is supposed to be about you. Are you going to take him back?"
I went to pour more wine. My mind was sloshing around, but I tried to stay on topic. "I really liked him. He was a lot of fun. He was funny. He liked to do a lot of the things I like."
"Good grounds for a friendship," Owen said.
"Isn't that the best foundation for a real relationship?" I asked.
Owen poured another shot of tequila. "Does Trent play Dark Flag? Let me guess, is he the Boa I saw you bashing into the ground earlier?"