Polysomething

Ten minutes later, Aaron called for two Uber cars: one for him and the other for Wilson, who was somewhere between fun and mean drunk. Luckily, it took only fifteen minutes for the cars to arrive and, about forty minutes later, Aaron was walking to his apartment. He gave a short, bitter laugh, stepping into the living room. "Well, hey," he said, "it's like déjà vu."

Alex, who was sitting on the couch with her computer, turned to him with a puzzled look. "What?"

"Well," Aaron said, taking off his coat. "You're sitting on the couch, I had a horrible time at the bar, and your shoes are all over the place!" He pointed to Alex's shoes, which were strewn across the floor in their usual disorganized fashion. "Seriously, Alex. Is this like a carnival game or something? Do you think you're going to win a prize if you throw your shoes as hard as you can against the wall?"

Alex laughed, turning back to her computer. "I'm not the OCD one. That's your problem, my little cuckoo bird."

"No," Aaron said, putting his coat away in the closet. "This is not about being OCD. This is about...being safe. I could've tripped over your shoes and broken my neck."

"Uh-huh," Alex said. "Can you please just tell me what happened at the bar?"

Aaron sighed. "Yeah, hold on." He took off his shoes and placed them in the neat row of shoes by the door and then, after he did the same for Alex's, walked into the living room and fell back onto the chaise. "Oh my God," he said with a long groan, "I'm so glad to be home."

"Why?" Alex asked, turning back to Aaron. "You didn't accidentally vomit again, did you?"

"No, it was worst," Aaron said. "Wilson tried to make me dance."

Alex's eyes widened in shock. "Wilson tried to make you dance?" She gasped. "Oh...my...God!"

Aaron scoffed. "He was really aggressive. He actually grabbed my arm."

"Did he hurt you?"

"Well, no, not physically. But mentally yes."

Alex pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. "Mmhm," she said. "And how did he hurt you mentally?"

"He said I wasn't fun."

Alex made a face. "Well...."

"What!" Aaron said, sucking his teeth.

"I'm only kidding," Alex said, laughing. "You're a blast...with your strict shoe rules and constant tidying up."

Aaron looked away, huffing in anger. Alex was being stupid, he thought. He was fun, wasn't he? He stared out for a moment then gave a deep sigh. "God damn it, you're right. I'm no fun."

"Oh, stop it," Alex said, waving her hand at Aaron. "I was just teasing you. What did you do when Wilson grabbed your arm?"

"Nothing really," Aaron said, turning to Alex. "I told him I don't dance, so he walked away and started dancing until he met this guy and started making out with him."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but then he said he was feeling sick like a minute later, so I called him a cab and left."

"Oh, no. Was he sick from drinking too much?"

"I don't know," Aaron said with a shrug. "Probably."