Hellllooo children! Here's a little Mondler due to the lack of it lately. Please review and tell me if I should continue or not!
I stumbled through the crowded bar, in search of Ross, Kip,and Gandalf. Carly just broke up with me and I was drunk. Ross and Gandalf were probably drunk too. But they were better than being drunk alone.
They weren't there. Charlie(the bartender) said they had left with Carol and some other girl, Susan, I think. I sat down at the bar and ordered another beer. A girl with dark, long hair, who look extremely familiar, stumbled up.
"Anyone sittin' here?" she asked in a slurred voice, motioning to the empty seat beside me.
"Nah," I said, and she sat down. She had the prettiest eyes, sea blue. She was wearing black skinny jeans, grey converses, and a boys t-shirt that said 'Frankie Say Relax'.
"Scotch on the rocks with a twist," she ordered.
"She doesn't look old enough to drink," I thought to myself. She had to be younger than me, and I had just turned twenty-one a couple of weeks ago.
"Are you even old enough to drink?" I asked her. She grinned at me lopsidedly.
"Nope, but Charlie's a family friend," she said quietly, like she was scared someone would overhear,"I'm only twenty,"
Then Charlie came with my beer and her drink.
"Thanks, Charlie!" the girl said giggling. Charlie laughed.
"Ok, Monica, if you promise me you won't drink anymore tonight, I promise I won't tell your mama that you went and got drunk," the girl, Monica, giggled some more.
"I promise," she said. Charlie went to help some one behind the bar. So Monica is her name. That's pretty. And familiar.
"So, your names Monica, huh? That's pretty," I said. She smiled.
"Thanks, I've always hated it. Especially when I was little," Monica said smiling. I smiled back.
"Why?" I asked, actually wondering. It seemed like I had know her for awhile.
"Oh, I used to be fat," she said as-a-matter-of-factly as she sipped her drink. I was some what surprised by her straightforwardness.
"Ah, that must have been tough," I nodded. She looked at me.
"What about you, then? Your childhood?" she asked.
"Well, when I was nine, my parents announced their divorce on Thanksgiving," I started. She groaned.
"That must have sucked," she said.
"Yeah, turns out my dad was sleeping with the houseboy. Now my mom is an erotic novelist and my dad a gay burlesque dancer," I said finishing my beer, and I motioned for another.
"Wow," Monica said, " Well how 'bout recently?" she asked, ending her sentence with a hiccup. She was really drunk.
"Well I'm in college, majoring in math and accounting, even though I hate it," I said sipping my new beer.
"Why you doin' it if you don't like it?" she asked finishing off her drink.
"I dunno I got a thing for numbers. What about you?" I asked, surprised how much I had already told this stranger about my life.
"I'm in culinary school. I lost around hundred and fifty pounds after my senior year. My 'best friend' is a total bitch who dumped me after high school. I have only been drunk twice in my life, after graduation and now," she started laughing.
"What?" I asked and laughed along with her.
"You look familiar. I like you," she said. I smiled. I looked familiar to her too.
"I like you too, Mon," I said. She moved towards me and kissed me. Her tongue slipped into mine, and I could taste all the scotch she had drunk. I slid my hand under her shirt. Her fingers tangled into my hair. She broke away.
"You wanna go to my place?" I asked breathlessly. She nodded.
"Yeah, let's hurry," Monica said. I paid my tab and grabbed her hand. We stumbled out of the bar and into the rain that had started to pour.