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Adam Parrish remembers the night in excruciating detail.
Adam remembers going to the bar, seeking noises other than his neighbors moans and awful sex playlist.
He remembers regretting the choice the moment Tad Carruthers approached him with an expensive craft beer in each pretentious hand and his face filled with his cocky grin.
He remembers turning Tad Carruthers down with brutal efficiency.
He remembers not noticing Joseph Kavinsky from psychology lurking in his peripheral until it was too late.
He remembers how charming Kavinsky was at first, sidling over with a non-alcoholic soda and a comment on how he’d overheard that Adam didn’t drink.
Adam remembers feeling too bad to deny it. It was considerate, after all.
He remembers laughing and taking a sip.
He remembers thinking it tasted a touch strange, but dismissing it as a shitty bar brand.
He remembers taking another sip, and another, and another as Kavinsky talked about class and hometowns.
Adam remembers his mind fogging up, losing control of his fingers, then his toes, then his arms and legs and tongue.
He remembers Kavinsky pressing in close, hand gripping his hip and lips close to his hearing ear.
He remembers Kavinsky calling him a taxi before piling into the backseat behind him, rattling off an address that was not Adam’s.
He remembers getting pulled through an apartment complex he barely knew.
Adam remembers trying to push off with his heavy limbs and say ‘no’ with his even heavier tongue.
He remembers the split lip he got for his efforts.
He remembers Kavinsky calling him someone’s sunshine boy, how he couldn’t wait to see what all the excitement was for.
He remembers not understanding.
Adam remembers the unrelenting grip on his throat, the fingertips digging in between his ribs.
Adam remembered everything.