I thought it was normal, pressed up against the beer-splattered wall of an Atwater suite, his hands creeping up to places I preferred he didn't touch. I continued to kiss him in my beer drunken haze. But I didn't want it to go any further than that. He was persistent. No matter how many times I pushed his hands away, he kept trying. Slyly he unhooked my bra and got what he wanted. I didn't know what to do. Everyone was around us. Did anyone notice? I felt exposed. The look on my face must have read I wasn't happy. Pressed against the wall I felt as if I could do nothing.
Minutes passed until my friend came to check on me. She interrupted, apologizing to him, telling him that she needed me to go with her to look for a friend. I never thought anything of it.