Amnesia

"Dire ethanol emergency here!!” I banged on the counter when we reached the store to pick up the life saving gears. Pooh was getting married and we were celebrating her impending wedding or the counted days of her freedom to put it more rightly.

"Sure! What'll it be ladies... And gentleman", he added when he saw a male friend backing us up. Nash was the other partner in crime.

"A bottle of each, vodka, scotch and beer." Pooh added.

"Anything else?" he asked returning the order.

"Yep! A foot massage would be as great if you could squeeze it in your schedule." I winked.

"Anything shy about you?" She tapped on my shoulder.

"Nope! A little flirt is good for health."

"Yeah! When you're single." Both asserted in unison.

 "What is with you people? Flirting has to nothing to do with relationship status." I asserted. "Its all about not crossing the threshold of remorselessness, if one has any that is."

"Ok! Move your ass NOW!" She spanked me... almost ;)

It all seemed perfect. Dark overcast sky, a little nip in the air, booze, snacks, music and two haught women. We certainly missed Punk and Syl, they both were sleeping calmly at their respective snug cozy homes.

I sat comfortably at the back seat and let Pooh do the honors. 
"Dude, has nobody ever asked you the secret of hanging out with two hot women at this hour of the night?" I badgered Nash.

"You drunk already," Nash threw it back at me with an evil smile.

"O! In that case, I will reserve this question for a little later."

A few drinks later, I learned that she was not marrying her boyfriend.

"Huh! Why worry about commitment when your parents are there to do that for you?" She said sarcastically but it actually made sense.

I brushed the gravity of the thought aside and said, "It must be the alco talking. No problem. Now that you’ve made the decision, why care."

"I love you babe!" Her voice went pale as she said so. I didnt want to dig any deeper.

"Oye! Senti+mental queen! Thats what friends are for. They dont ask many questions and they always stand by you."

"Let’s raise a toast to your wedding". Nash said in an attempt to lighten her mood.

Then we exaggerated about our upcoming Laddakh trip and how Pooh will miss all the fun.

It was a little later than midnight when I made it to home. As always, mom opened the door and oddly enough, she continued staring at me, which was a little unnerving given the inebriated state I was in. Perhaps, she asked me a question, which I lost apparently.

Just to be sure, I asked her, "What happened ma? Did you say something?”

"Would you like something to eat?" She repeated.

"I'm good ma! You go off to sleep."

I took a cold shower and retired to bed. I slept through the entire morning and ended up working from home. I had not even logged on to the communicator when Nash came at me.

"You at home?"

"Just got up. Hey... you game for the spinster's party for Pooh?"

"After what you did last night, no?"

"Huh? Elaborate."

"You left your dupatta in the back seat of my car."

"Hang on! How is that even remotely possible? I was not wearing one."

"Oh! Then it’s Pooh's."
"Hang on! It is now on my radars. What Pooh's dupatta was doing at the back if she was sitting in the passenger's, eh?"
"Enough fun now! It could have cost me my marriage."

"Heeee!! Drinking does cause amnesia. You should have been careful."

"I would have lost my memory permanently if the cleaner or my wife had found it."

"Dont be such a dumb Nash. You could have said, if you were caught, that you got the dupatta for your wifey and will get the kurti later." I teased him.

"You funny little b***h. I'll drop it at your place in the evening."

"Guess being a b***h is better than a nun, what say?"

"Yea b***h is cool."