low hanging fruit

there once was a party so random and odd unremarkable in most ways. but in others? oh my god. the boys from the village all drunkenly sang as i chugged loads of water, too anxious to hang. i gravitated to the balcony with the quieter crew to discuss startups and pitches and the things that nerds do. silly me to forget -- i’m not any ol’ date the elephant in the room, a gossip too great. one person in particular gave me a glance filled with judgment towards R's and my strange romance. but to be honest everyone else was p chill with me being the other woman atop of this hill. i felt a little special, a little off, a little cute but above all i was low hanging fruit. what an eve in jerusalem, the holiest of holies am i in a thruple? holy guacamoles...