So, on a trip to Friar Tucks uptown, a friend of mine I was staying with at Tulane and I decided to go out with the explicit purpose of getting some that night. Good plan, right? We got to the bar around 11 on quarter night and quickly put down two dollars each to get some sort of buzz off the bud light. We mingled with some of his college friends, until a group of girls walked in and sat down at the table where our (new round) of beers were sitting. They asked us if it was ok if they sat there and we said sure. About five minutes later, the cute blonde in the group asked if I'd take their picture. Getting somewhat inebriated after doing shots with my buddy's friends... I said why not. After fucking up the first one, I ended up taking two more until I got it right. I started talking to the blonde and invited myself to sit at their table. Come to (quickly) find out these were a bunch of high school seniors from Dominican.
Well, not rightly giving a fuck, I said what the hell and put the moves down on a few of the girls until this one gorgeous one asks me if I want to dance. I say sure and we head out to the dance floor and start the grinding which leads to making out while we're, drunkenly, dancing. All is going well until she pushes my hand down further than I was expecting, but I relented because I was drunk and carefree. So I begin giving this chick the sticky finger (while in a relatively small crowd at Tucks) on the dancefloor. Song ends and we decide to head back to the table where my friend has been talking to two of the other girls.
I sit down and he promptly gives me the bird and says we should get another round for everyone. I agree and we go up to the bar, when I pull out a five to pay he starts laughing and asks, "What happened to your finger dude?" I look at it and from the tip to the knuckle is covered in blood. "Shiiiiiiiit!!!!" He continues laughing and I try wiping the blood off with a napkin from the bar. Getting relatively sauced at this point (we did pregame beforehand too), we get back to the table and continue talking to the girls playing off the period-finger by not mentioning it.
Gets to be about 2 in the morning and this girl and I suggest it'd be best if she came back to my friend's dorm since she lived far away (yeah... right). Well, we call the Tulane safe ride van. Me and the girl crawl all the way into the back and she starts going down and giving me head while my friend sits in the front row. About two minutes into it (some of the worst head I've ever got), she gags and lifts her head. This girl, projectile vomits into the row behind my friend and in front of us pissing off the safe ride driver. He stops the van and kicks us to the curb. She pukes a little more and my friend starts to call her a cab.
"Dude, you're cockblocking me!" I protested. He quickly, since he was a LITTLE more sober than me, explained I wasn't getting shit since the girl was not only puking but couldn't fuck me anyway. When I gave him a puzzled look, he grabbed my hand and held it up in front of my face to remind me she was not able. I said, "Ooooh. Fuck, right?" So we sit on the curb and wait for the cab, dump the bitch in it and walk back to his dorm laughing our asses off picturing what would have happened if we did bring her back.
