Title: Life Beyond The Minimum Safe Distance
Author: Carla
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Email: moviebuff001@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, and probably never will be L
Summary: Angie makes an inebriated visit to Rollie
Notes: Have you ever made-out while you were drunk, more fun than a roller coaster. That was the motivation for this story!
Angie was not holding her liquor well.
Well, she was holding it and that was the problem: she had to go to the bathroom so badly. What was it about alcohol that made you need to go every ten minutes? Biology terminology swam around in her head…did it have something to do with sugar…
Thump. She hit the loft's door, correction fell against the loft door.
Normally Angie didn't drink and even if she did, she was very careful and responsible. But tonight had been a little different, she had been set up on yet another blind date but this guy was beyond belief. Let's just say the expensive bottle of wine he had ordered and that she had, had to pay for, wasn't nearly enough to get her through the dinner.
She really didn't understand how someone could possibly talk about himself that much; literally he talked for over an hour about how much people liked his new haircut. It's only hair for the love of God!
Needless to say, she hadn't even noticed how much she had drank, ordering drinks was the only talking she'd done all night, until she got up to leave.
That's when the drunkenness had sunk in.
Her date had left to go to the bathroom and never returned, leaving her with a hefty bill and no ride home. She didn't live too far away so she had decided to walk.
When you're drunk, really bad ideas, sound really good.
Unfortunately her bladder wasn't going to make it to her house and that's why she was here, leaning against Rollie Tyler's door
She searched through her purse to find the keys; she'd just sneak in, use the bathroom and go home. When she opened the door and went in, she realized it wasn't going to be so easy.
Rollie was sitting right there, bottom of the steps, staring at her.
She hadn't been that noisy had she?
"Hi," she said in her most casual voice.
Rollie stood up and walked towards her, "Angie, what are you doing here?" He asked, not so kindly.
'Right, next time remember you aren't actually part of his life, you just work for him,' Angie thought.
"I, ah.." What was she doing there again. "Bathroom." Rollie looked at her strangely. "I. Need. To. Use. The. Bathroom." She punctuated every word.
"Angie are you drunk?"
Wow, he was being very observant tonight.
"Nope," she walked towards him, more stumbling than walking but at least she was moving.
Rollie hurried towards her, helping her over to the couch. "Angela, why were you drinking?"
Man, he had sexy eyes, all dark and deep, the rest of his body wasn't bad either, in fact she wouldn't mind seeing some of that now…Had he asked her a question?
She went to raise her head but it had suddenly got very heavy and fell backwards. "My head's fallen and it can't get back up." Angie thought her joke was hilarious and started giggling.
Rollie wasn't finding this too amusing, he knew Angie hardly ever drank and he could count the number of times she'd been drunk on one hand.
"Didn't you have a date tonight?"
Angie laughed again, "Oh, you mean Mr. My Eyes Are Actually Three Shades of Blue?" She smirked and stood up, "I am now going to powder my nose." She announced.
As Rollie watched her leave, he busied himself with getting her a glass of water. It was so out of character for her to get drunk but, he resided, she was a grown woman and therefore, he couldn't pretend she was just a little girl.
Throughout the last couple of months, he'd begun realizing that more and more. Sometimes when he looked at her, though he would never admit it, she struck a feeling in him that was not remotely brotherly.
When Angie walked back out, that feeling was struck again. She was wearing a navy blue spaghetti strap dress, with a neck line that enhanced her breasts ever so well. It came to just above her knees, flattering her long legs that were only intensified by the high, strappy shoes.
Rollie pulled his attention away from her body, to her face, which was just as equally enchanting. She only wore a bit of make-up, making her eyes even bluer and her lips fuller.
"Rollie?" Angie asked in a sing song voice, noticing him staring off into space at what seemed to be her.
Rollie jerked his attention away from her physicality, "Are you feeling better?"
Angie hunkered herself down on the couch, curling her legs up beside her, unknowingly pulling her dress up even further. "Much, thank you."
Rollie sat down next to her, "Angie, is everything alright."
Ugh, sometimes he was so dense, "I just told you, I had a bad date and I accidentally drank too much." 'And at this moment, I would really love to taste your lips,' she added in her head. "And you know, I deserve some time to just let loose," she flung her arms out, causing her to loose balance and fall into Rollie's shoulder.
He smiled at her, when had she become so beautiful? Her face was snuggling into his neck, whether she was aware of it or not. Her lips were barely inches away from his, so close, one move of the head and…
"I have to go," Angie stood up quickly, teetering a bit.
Rollie grabbed her hand, "Angie wait." He pulled her back down to the couch but again she lost her balance and fell onto him.
She would later think it was probably on purpose but she angled her mouth to touch his as she tried to straighten back up. What started as a brush of the lips, quickly turned into something much more intense.
Rollie's hand moved from her arm up to her face, cupping her cheek and causing the kiss to deepen. Angie opened her mouth, as they shifted positions on the couch, him underneath and her on top.
Hands tangled in each other's hair, as tongues intertwined and breath got hotter and heavier.
Minutes..hours past without notice, until Rollie finally stopped, afraid of where this was going to lead to.
"Angie, wait. We can't do this."
Angie was off of him and the couch in seconds, "You're right, it was a mistake. Forget about it." She tried to keep the emotion out of her voice as she almost ran to the door.
"Angie, wait," Rollie was after her in a flash, "I just meant-"
The door slammed in his face, "Not right now."
Rollie slumped down on the stairs, how the hell was he ever going to fix this?
Outside, Angie walked as fast as possible away, tears streaming down her face. How the hell was she ever going to forget this?