Sunday Pt 3 - the Piston

Yes, there is in fact a part 3. The party continued pretty late into this night. We walked into the Piston, and it was surprisingly packed for it being a Sunday night. Apparently anything is possible in Toronto. I was looking for drinks, so I pushed my way through some people to find some room at the bar. I started talking to a young man and for the purpose of this story, we'll call him The Jumper. The Jumper was my intel guy, as I found out quickly that we were in the process of crashing a staff party. At some point in the conversation free drinks were mentioned, and I did my best to figure out how I could get in on that. Unfortunately there was a drink ticket system that I was not able to master on the fly, and we had to pay for our drinks.

This bar had a pretty cool layout with a big opening towards the back and lots of room to dance. It seemed like it was a little slow in the dance department at first, but things were definitely going to heat up. Before long we had infiltrated the dance floor and were doing our thing once again.

At one point it was suggested that a dance off should occur between myself and one of the other good dancers on the floor. That was a great idea, but much to my chagrin, it never materialized into a formal dance off. After dancing with her for a little while I realized that it was probably for the best, because she could have taken me to school.

There was a slightly elevated stage towards the back of the dance floor where I was dancing. Beyond that, at the very back, there was yet another elevation where The Jumper was dancing with some of his friends. I was strictly doing my own thing and not really paying close attention to my surroundings when The Jumping occurred. Apparently my brief conversation at the bar had peaked his interest. All at once he was on me. He started leaning pretty hard into my body and I wasn't exactly sure what to do. I grabbed his shoulders, extended my arms and kept him away while shouting "no", repeatedly. Eventually his friends came over to make sure I wasn't in a violent mood. They simply explained that their friend just thought he was gay.

After all that we decided that maybe the stage wasn't such a good idea. We returned to the lower dance floor and kept the party going until closing. There was a girl I was dancing with who was clearly a lesbian (for real this time), and at the end of the night, I thought it would be funny to try to get her number. When she got around to explaining that she was there with another girl, I quickly responded that I knew. Still, I was not fazed and got the number. Despite that very last part, the phrase "keep it straight in Toronto", was born. Sunday had finally come to a conclusion.

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