There are moments in your life that you will never forget.

When you were seven you broke your arm. You had just gotten your brand new Razor Scooter and were riding too fast when you turned sharply and flew over the handle bars. You broke your fall with your body instead of your face, which was a plus, but you shattered your right forearm and had to wear a cast for eight weeks.

When you were twelve you got your period. There's not much of a story behind that one; an absolute normal occurrence for pubescent girls. It devastated you nonetheless.

When you were fifteen you started high school, and subsequently, realized you were gay. Four years pining after straight girls and researching the internet's vast array of porno definitely confirmed that you were not a heterosexual. At all. Not even a bit.

When you were nineteen you went on your first date. It was exciting, even though she wasn't, and the food was fantastic, even though she wasn't. You went home with her afterwards and practiced, for the first time, everything you had studied for. You weren't a natural, unfortunately, but the following dates over the next few years increased your confidence tenfold. You still had a lot to learn.

When you were twenty four you fell in love. She said it first, you were quick to follow. You thought you'd be together for the rest of your life. On more than one occasion you entertained the thought of marriage and children, something nineteen year old you would have cringed at. But again, she changed you. For better or worse.

When you were twenty seven you had your heart broken. There were a lot of firsts that year. Your first time vomiting from crying so hard. Your first time drinking so much you blacked out. The first time since you were a child that you really needed your mother. And the first time you finally understood that time does in fact heal all wounds.

Now you're twenty eight, and you know you'll remember this night for as long as you live.

The four of you grab a table in the corner, and shortly after, Effy and Cook leave to get a round of drinks.

Emily sits across from you. You don't know if you're relieved or disappointed in her choice of seats.

"Been a while since I've seen you around." She says.

"Ah, yeah. Work has been insane lately." You counter.

"Really? All Cook talks about is how slow it is." She raises an eyebrow.

Fuck. Fuck. Right, her best friend's boyfriend is your coworker.

"Oh, we don't work in the same department. It's been nothing but crazy over on my end." Smooth. Nice one, Campbell.

"Right..." she smirks. "So, why haven't you come back to The Frog?"

"The what?"

"The bar we met at?"

"Oh! Right. Oddly enough I never even looked at the name." You blush. She laughs. "I... I've just been really tired lately."

"Right..." Again with the eyebrow. "I was thinking maybe I scared you off. You did leave in quite a hurry."

"Oh, no, I-"

"LADIES! ARE YOU READY FOR SOME TAAA KEEE LAAA!?"

Praise you, Cook, and your brilliantly timed declaration.

You each down a shot, and for one, small moment you allow yourself to think that you've escaped the only terribly awkward moment of the night.

"Okay," Effy starts, "Never Have I Ever?"

Or not.