What are you doing here

The apartment was quiet except for the gentle clink of Rose's glass as she took another sip of her wine. Her gaze was distant, lost in the memories of that night. 

"We had sex, and he acted like I was the one that begged for it. I can't remember the details... I was drunk and foolish. I really liked him, you know." 

Lucia's head snapped towards Rose, her eyes wide with concern. "When did that happen? I mean, how? Where?" she asked, her words tumbling out in a rush.

"Well, at that club Samantha took us to. For your information, we did it in the bathroom. I'll give him credit; he's good in that department—he was big." 

"Alright, enough," Lucia interjected, not wanting to hear about her friend's private activity. "Wait, you said bathroom... it was you! Oh my goodness, that was nasty. I happened to pass by with Crawford, and it was so awkward for me," she exclaimed.

"Crawford, as in the hot man that I saw at the hospital?"