“Kelly, I really wish you wouldn’t do that,” Jason Smith said with annoyance as he and Kelly Oubre enjoyed drinks in a bay area bar.
Kelly mildly looked around at the group of five women who were stroking his bare arms and cooing at him. “It’s not like I asked them to do this,” he replied loudly over their combined voices. “You saw what happened. They just walked up to me and started touching me without permission.”
Continuing to eye the amorous display, Jason said, “Not all of us are as young and attractive as you are, you know. You don’t have to rub it in.”
“I already told you, I never asked for this,” Kelly re-iterated, trying to position his head in a gap between the women’s shoulders so he could see the teammate he was addressing. “I haven’t had a sip of my drink in, like, ten minutes because I can’t reach it.”
Jason continued to talk without acknowledging Kelly’s explanations. “I get it. I’m in my thirties and I’m balding. But I should get to take home a woman too, and that’s never gonna happen as long as I have to hang out with a chick magnet like you.” One of the women who was occupied with Kelly briefly turned to Jason, as if sizing him up for suitability, then smirked and went back to caressing Kelly’s thighs.
Scowling at his drink, Jason quickly finished it off and slammed the bottle on the bar. “I’m gonna go back to the hotel now. Enjoy your orgy.”
“Dude, don’t be that way,” Kelly whined as his teammate started to leave. “I value your friendship way more than I value these ladies who obviously don’t care about me on a personal level.” But Jason was already out of earshot.
Kelly sighed and slumped back into his seat as a sixth and seventh woman, both extremely attractive, forced their way into the crowd of women that surrounded him. Why was being the most handsome guy on the team such a terrible burden?