Ch. 18: Drunken Mishaps

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        The sun was already setting by the time we had left the bar, though I wasn't sure how long exactly we had stayed  there for, it was long enough for Rose to get thoroughly drunk on my behalf. The air outside the bar we had spent many hours in, felt musty and heavy, making me long for autumn to descend upon us and at the same time hating the fact that we still had a month to go.

          Autumn had always been my favorite season, I loved that it was neither too hot or too cold. I loved watching the leaves change colors as they fall and cover the ground, and the crisp freshness in the air. And as fate would have it, two of my favorite people were born in Autumn and only a month or so apart.

           There was two types of drunks, I realized a while back; the mean ones who seemed to always be irritated, get on everyone's nerves because they couldn't control their anger, and found faults or issues in everything, and then there was happy ones who would laugh at random things, approach you as if they knew you, tell you how beautiful you are even if  you are not, tell you about their lives and try to recount a funny story while laughing throughout it, though you realize the story isn't really funny but you can't help but laugh along with them.

          Thankfully, Rose has always been part of the latter which definitely made things much more fun for the people around her as she had the tendency of randomly laughing and talking a whole lot, though in all honesty, it's more of slurring of words, stuttering and sometimes mumbling, than actual talking. But if she wanted to send a point across, she would talk your ear out until you understood what she was saying.

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           It was already past Levy's bedtime when we finally arrived at Rose's place, having decided together while we were driving home to stop at one of our favorite burger joint to have dinner since alcohol and ice cream was all we both respectively had the whole afternoon. How she still wasn't passed out or haven't puked her gut yet was completely foreign to me. The girl could definitely hold her liquor.

            "Okay, babe, we are here." I said as I parked the vehicle and turned off the engine. I turned to Rose who was in the passenger seat telling me of a time when Levy was barely a year old and he had a major poop incident while they were at a restaurant and she had to basically wash the kid in the sink because it was so bad and everyone was glaring at her because it was disgusting.

            She laughed and looked at me. "I was gagging the whole time. It was horrible." Why she thought to tell me that story was beyond me and the face I made told her exactly what my words wouldn't say.

          I stepped out of the vehicle, walked around it to the passenger door which I opened and helped her out, making sure she didn't fall face first. An arm around her, I directed her somewhat limp body toward the elevators and hoped that she wouldn't stagger too much, because if she was to fall, I would be found on the floor with her. I wanted to avoid that so we took careful steps until we entered the elevator then I let her go as she lean on the glass wall behind her. She turned and looked at herself for a few seconds then started laughing.

          I frowned, a smile creeping on my face at the way she kept pulling at her face. "What's so funny?"

         "I'm so drunk and you're so pregnant." She giggled, turning her glassy, bloodshot eyes toward me. I laughed along with her until we both sighed. She took a couple steps until she was standing in front of me and a second later, her head was on my shoulder. The elevator opened and together we stepped out, fortunately, her place was the third door on the left which was easy to get to.

         We both stumbled inside as soon as I was able to open the door and were welcomed by William who had decided about two months ago to fully grow his beard...much to his wife's chagrin, though, I had to admit that it looked good on him.

          "I promised to bring her back safe and somewhat sound," I said, struggling to keep Rose straight. "So there she is."

         "Baby!" Rose yelled happily as she extended her arms toward her husband who quickly grabbed on to her. "I missed you." She added while laughing before planting a kiss on his lips. William started laughing but held on to her tightly.

        "Uhm...she's drunk." I told as him as if it wasn't obvious enough. He raised an eyebrow at me as if to say, thanks miss obvious but I think I can tell. Rose turned to me, her arms around her husband and a big happy smile plastered on her face.

         "I'm so drunk and you're so pregnant and I'm so happy. We're going to have a baby." She boasted, certainly louder than I was sure she meant. The look of surprise on my face surely mirrored Rose and William's widened eyes and gaping mouths for a second until she placed a hand on her mouth and started giggling. I shook my head because I couldn't really be mad at her. I had put her in that state, it was my own doing. I started laughing along with her unil my eyes caught sight of someone coming down the stairs.

          James.

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        "Oh no, nope, nope." I turned toward the door, already planning my escape. I couldn't deal with him right then, I wasn't emotionally capable of dealing with this shit and so I needed to get the hell out of there, I was exausted and needed to figure out shit on my own before even attempting to talk it out with him. I dropped Rose's purse on the floor and took a few steps in the direction of the door.

        "Charlotte, stop." Came that infuriating voice that still somehow had power over me. It was a command and I hated him for using that tone with me. I wasn't his child, he couldn't talk to me this way, not anymore. Not ever again. I turned to find him approaching me, Rose and William nowhere to be found.

        I glared at him, my muscles tensed, my heart rate spiked as my blood was boiling. He could tell I was pissed, the furrowing of my brows and the thinning of my lips were enough indication, yet, he kept advancing. Then he stopped, right there in front of me, merely in an inch or two between us.

         "Were you just going to walk away?" He asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. I looked up because the idiot was way taller than me.

         "Step back."

          He ignored me and in a way, I knew he would.

         "You're pregnant."

         "You lied."

         He stared at me, I stared back. He then sighed and ran his fingers in his otherwise perfectly coiffed hair. I loved his hair, I loved how thick and silky it was and how I couldn't stop running my fingers in it for no other reason other than to feel it passing through my fingers.

            "I did not lie." That, you see, made me scoff while trying really hard to will myself not to slap the fucking lie out of him.

           "Please, Darcy, tell me what that was then? Because I would love to know, seeing as you wouldn't call not telling your fiancé that you were secretly meeting with your ex and taking her child with you when she purposely told you how much she was against it. Please, Darcy tell me, because I'm just dying to understand your fucking logic." I countered, my lips snarled with rage as I kept glaring at him, waiting for what I assumed would be more lies.

        "Don't call me that, you know I hate when you call me that." I hadn't even realized his hands were behind his back until he put them in his pockets.

        "I'll call you what the fuck I want, Darcy. It is your name, isn't it?" I retorted, wanting to cut him where it hurt and see him bleed right here in front of me. I knew in fact that he wasn't too fond of my calling him Darcy because he would often tell me that Darcy was the person who hurt me many times in the past, someone who I didn't actually know, someone who was selfish and broken. And since he couldn't erase what had happened between us, we could at least try to forget; and not calling him by his last name was the first step.

           "Charlotte," It was a warning, and any other day, I would have listened and let it slide. Today wasn't it.

          "Start fucking talking, Darcy or I swear I'm gone." I growled. He took a step back and raised his hands in defeat. He then turned and walked to the sofa then sat down before looking back at me. He extended his arm to me.

           "Come, have a sit and I'll tell you everything,  I promise."

           
            I wasn't so sure I wanted to do that. In fact, I thought I was just fine where I was standing because then there was no way my hands could accidentally come around his neck and strangle him a little.

          "Please." Came a while later. I took a deep breath and went to seat on the sofa with him.

          "Start talking."

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