Panther and Prophet

The following events are true. The names and locations are fictional.

Panther refers to my Id (Passion, Instinct, Pleasure), while Prophet refers to my Ego (Logical, thoughtful, rational).

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Once upon a time, and a long time ago...

I've known my friend Monica for a long time. She's one of my favourite people, and she's all about enjoying life. Having returned to Toronto from the UK, she called me to go out clubbing. I told her I'd meet up with her later in the evening, and I'd invite our mutual friend Johnny to come out as well.

While discussing plans to go out, Monica informed me that her friend Francine from the UK was coming as well. Francine figured it was a good time to see Toronto since Monica was returning back home. She'd be staying in a hotel suite until she found a place to live in Toronto.

Prophet: This chick must have some money to be chilling at a nice hotel till she finds a place.

Monica gave me the following disclaimer about her friend:

"Okay Mikey, you're going to absolutely love this girl. She's really cool and really hot; I can actually see you two hitting it off tonight. But you've gotta do me a favour: what ever happens between you two, don't spend the night at her hotel."

I began laughing, "What?! First off, it takes more then a hot chick to get into my pants. And secondly, why wouldn't you want me to spend the night with a really cool chick, if we hit it off?"

She said point blank: "Because I know you, you can charm the pants off people, and I know her and you're very much her type. And most importantly..." She smiled, "I haven't seen her in a while and I want to spend the night with her."

I laughed again saying: "No problem babe, I won't cock block you or pussy block you, what ever you wanna call it." Still giggling I continued: "I've got no problem, not spending the night in the hotel suite of a woman I've never met."

Smiling she said, "I'm serious Mikey, you can always chill later, or what ever. I'm not saying you two shouldn't... what ever at another time. I'm just asking not tonight."
"No problem Mon', I gotcha babe."

And with that we went about our day.

That night Johnny picked me up from my place and we proceeded to the hotel that Francine was staying at. Monica and Francine were getting ready and started the traditional pre-drinking. When Francine opened the door she greeted me with a warm hug and a bright smile.

Panther: She is hot and very charismatic, I'm getting this girl.
Prophet: But I know tons of sexy and fun girls, I don't see what the big deal is?

We all went out and painted the town red; we hit about three different clubs, drinking and dancing the night away.

Panther: This girl can dance.

After last call, the four of us returned to Francine's hotel suite to chill out, listen to music, and have a few more drinks. It is there that Francine and I...

Prophet: as Monica had predicted

...started to really hit it off. While Johnny and Monica caught up with what was new in each other's lives. Francine and I discovered each other's love for jazz and R&B as I went through her CD collection and admired her acoustic guitar.

Panther: This chick is hype!

We discussed music passionately, finding ways to continually be in each others personal space. At this point both of us were completely intoxicated, with alcohol and each other, dancing together in her hotel suite to jazz, while Monica and Johnny joked around in the other room.

At around 3:30am, Johnny said he was going to go downstairs and get the car; he was driving me home and wanted to get going soon. Monica was kind/smart enough to walk him down, giving Francine and I a chance to exchange numbers and bid each other farewell. After taking her number down in my phone, I asked her: "So when am I going to get an opportunity to dance with you again?"

Panther: I'm definitely kissing her before I leave.

"When ever you want." she replied playfully smiling.

I leaned in, gave her a kiss and walked toward the door. Before she opened the door to let me out, I spun her around pulled her close and we kissed a bit more passionately and a little longer.

Panther: Okay Mike, good times. We hit it off, you got her number, you kissed the girl. Now lets go home, and get some sleep.

Prophet: ...and talk to her when you're sober and see if you really do like her.

I opened the door, she walked in front of me, and as I closed the door behind me, she pushed me up against the door and started kissing me.

Panther: This is hot. This chick is cool.

Then I felt her undoing my belt and unzip my pants.

Panther: This is fucking cool.

I looked down at her as she bent down and started giving me head... in the hallway.

Panther: Hype!

I looked to my left and right, saw rows of doors, but no one in sight.

Prophet: We're in the hallway.

Panther: Shut up.

I looked across to the other side of the hotel, since in the middle there was an open space, you could look across, and still no one was there.

Prophet: We're in the hallway, we should take this inside.

Panther: Shut the fuck up and enjoy this.

Prophet: If someone walks by she's going to stop.

Panther: Then lets get back inside.

I took the key card out of her free hand, slid it into the door and got back into the suite.

We tumbled onto the couch. She was on a mission. I flipped her on her back, and her skirt is no where in sight.

Prophet: How did she get that off so fast?

Panther: That was cool.

Then, I hear the front door open and close.

Panther/Prophet: ...

Francine said: "Monica?"

Monica walked in, looked at us giggled: "Yeah."

Francine, "Come and play."

Panther/Prophet: Thank you Lord.

Monica replied, "It's okay, I'm going to lay down in the bedroom and give you two a chance to play." She then vanished into the bedroom, leaving us to continue.

"Okay, sweetie." Francine said, and began to take off her top.

Panther: Sweet!

Prophet: Shit, we forget...

Panther: Don't worry condoms are in our jacket. We're not that drunk.

Prophet: That's not the problem.

Panther: What?! There are no problems tonight, only solutions.

I pulled back down her top, looked Francine in the eyes and said: "I'm gonna go."

"What?" she relied.

Panther: WHAT?!

"Why?" she asked.

"I'm gonna let Monica finish what I started" I smiled

Panther: No, you wouldn't. A man starts what he finishes.

"If we start now, we're not going to be finished for at least another hour and my boy is downstairs waiting on me. I don't wanna be an asshole." I explained.

"Your not going any where. I'm sure you can finish what we started just fine." She smiled.

"And believe me, I want to," I said

Panther: What the fuck are you doing?

"And I wouldn't be leaving if I didn't know that I'd be leaving you in very capable hands." I continued.

"Are you sure?" She said playfully.

Panther: NO, he's not. Not at all, we're not going anywhere...

Prophet: We promised Monica and Johnny is waiting downstairs.

Panther: A promise is a comfort to a fool. We're about to get laid.

Prophet: We're leaving.

Panther: fuck!

I kissed her on her forehead, pulled back up my pants and headed for the bedroom door. I stuck my head in and said: "Hey Monica, I've gotta bounce sweetie, it's pretty late. I'll call you later."

"Bye Mikey, love you." Monica said from the bedroom.

"Love you too, Mon'"

Francine walked me to the door, gave me a kiss and I left.

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Now, why did I leave?

Panther: 'Cause you are a fucking idiot, and people like you should be dragged naked into poison ivy.

Prophet: Cause you gave your word to someone, and despite the unbelievable circumstances you were in, one should keep his word.

The Gospel According to Michael Andrew Reid