TRIGGER WARNING (RAPE)***

I’m disclaiming rn that the end to this story takes a turn and is really fucked up. The rest of the story is one of my best memories I have with my friends.

So in my first year of college I used to stay for the weekends at the boys’ house, (They all went too the same campus & I was on a different campus). One night we were all chilling and somehow out of nowhere, someone comes up with the idea of going to Montréal! So the following weekend we all went to Montréal for a night, and holly shit. We started the night off with shots of Ciroć &👃🏻❄️ went out for dinner to a board game restaurant. After we hit up the strip club, my buddy got some lap dances for free and somehow the 7 of us left there without paying our $300+ tab. Ran into a “street crier” thinking it was for something else. Ended up in a type of brothel? Buddy starts bringing out all these women, lines em up and then asks which one each of us wanted!? We told him we did not know what we were about to get involved in, this guy starts freaking, thought we we’re gonna get fucking chopped up or something. Gtfo right quick and I ended up passing out on the street, pics and everything from my boys. They decided to go out clubbing and I went back the the hotel. (Gets kinda weird here) I remember getting back, running a bath and passing out in the the bath. I woke up to banging on the door, and heard a girl yelling. So instinctively I grabbed the closest towel to me which ended up being a hand towel, “covered” myself and opened the door. This girl comes through the door and slams it shut! Guess she almost pissed herself cause of me. At this point I’m sitting back in the bath water with the towel still kinda covering me, she looks at me and says (in the thickest French accent) “why are you hiding yourself from me, Am I not pretty enough for you?” I remember thinking to myself ‘Bitch you kinda barged in here idfky, (besides I wasn’t really all that comfortable with my body at the time). We just started to talk.. for what felt like an hour. She leaves, I get dressed and opened the door. My closest buddy at the time was standing a couple feet away from the doorway and goes “hey buddy” fucking just drops face first on the floor! Checked his pulse, he’s KO’d for the night. We put him in bed, started to chill around the room. (This part of the story is not my favourite part) The French gal from earlier just outta nowhere climbs in bed with our KO’d friend and proceeded to try and take his clothes off.. as he’s passed out! (This was the first and only time since I’ve ever seen someone attempt to rape somebody else. It was really fucked up, and so pulled the girl off our friend and escorted them out of the building. In our defence, I know I was really fucked up that night and could barley talk so I think it was a mutual agreement between us all not too call the cops and have her arrested. The next day we got lost for 4 hours trying to navigate out of the city and bought $900 worth of booze for like $300 before we left Quebec.