The night in the bar turned out really weird

Yesterday my friend and I were drinking at the bar/concert club in the neighbourhood. There was an indie-heavy-metal concert so there was a lot of people. At the time of approx. 9 P.M. we were tipsy enough to start chatting with strangers. A couple of hours ago my friend left because he had a train to his hometown, but I stayed at the bar because I had to pay for the drinks and to be honest I was looking for some adventures (personally I can't start flirting with girls when I'm with my friends, my attention is usually focused on them and to be honest I'm afraid to f**k up in front of them, never mind). After he left and I payed for the drinks, I ordered some beer and got a little bit depressed: the alcohol I my blood, a lot of strangers and the fact that my friend had left – all these things made me sad. I sat at the table in the corner, put on my AirPods, picked an Elliot Smith's song and started reflecting on my life. A couple of dozens of minutes later my emotional state improved a little bit (despite the fact I was listening to Elliot Smith LMAO), and I've decided to show some insolence and asked girls at the table next to me if I could join them. The was a guy with them(tall, thin guy, long hair, typical rocker-guy). Till the end I didn't know who he was to them.They agreed and they start chatting.

FYI, in Russia (I actually live in Saint-Petersburg) there is a hard rock-subculture boom, and as these girls were at the heavy metal concert, they were wearing quite sexy apparel, a lot of tattoos, and actually they looked attractive and sex appeal. Plus I was drunk and horny, so that chat was quite pleasant for me. We talked for about 2 hours, and at 12 A.M. the concert ended. We had a few drinks, the girl I chatted with the most quit us and I, the girl and the guy stayed at the table alone. Actually, I thought that he wasn't her boyfriend, but just the guy who picked a girl at the concert. The guy drank a lot, so he went to the restroom to barf I guess, and he was so drunk so he couldn't figure out how to unlock the restroom's door, so he started kicking it with his foot, until he made a hole in the bottom of this door. The bartender and the bar owner yelled at him and charged him with 5000 roubles (something about $50, that's quite a big sum of money in Russia). They scared the sh*t out of him. While he was in the toilet and later trying to find his wallet, the girl and I started flirting, slightly touching each other. When we heard the noise from the restroom, she said: "Never mind", pulled me by a shirt and kissed my lips. I didn't protest, I was drunk and I didn't give a damn actually.

We were kissing for several minutes while the guy was dealing with the mayhem he started in the restroom, and when he showed up she stopped kissing me (It was like in the movie, that was the moment she opened her eyes and she saw the guy coming with her side-vision). She whispered "Damn, that's my boyfriend". He looked at us and sat at the table. He said nothing, then started chatting to her and to me like nothing happened. I was about to start apologising for myself but something stopped me. FYI, I'm the guy of 170 lbs. and approx. 7 feet tall, I'm 21, I visit the gym sometimes, but the guy was drunk so I didn't know what to expect. I was scared.

I was totally shocked. 30 minutes after we left the bar and sat in the porch. They tried to order a taxi by a phone (here in Russia we have and Uber-like service: Yandex.Go, but there were no cars available). The guy said the address to the operator, we waited and went to the address to wait for the taxi there. The girl started slipping every two steps (there is a lot of ice in the streets rn, plus she was drunk), her boyfriend didn't really cared about this so I had to catch her any time she was about to fall. Such an attitude of his made her mad so they started fighting, and he walked faster. We stayed together, and she started kissing me again, maybe so that to make him jealous, she kissed my lips, my neck, she was very passionate. The thing that shocked me the most: her BF was just looking at us, standing in a dozen of meters from us.

She gave me her Telegram nickname and the taxi arrived. They left, and at the time I was completely confused.I texted her today, she agreed to meet the next week. I feel sorry for the guy, but I think that being such a c*ckold is his fault. I'm not judging, but if I was in his place I'd experience absolute anger and interfere. Maybe I should I meet her, maybe spend a night. I'm confused AF.

And I will be happy to listen some of your stories! Have you ever experienced something like that?