It had been one of those days, Leigh just wanted to go home crawl into a bubble bath and soak her troubles away, but no Flack and Messer wouldn't let that happen they wanted to go out and drink a few beers after their long day and some how Leigh got dragged into the coversation along with making a bet that she could out drink them both. A stout Jersey girl she chuckled at the fifth shot slid down her throat, there was a reason she never went out and drank with the boys, she got overly excited and would make sexual remarks towards who ever she was with.
"You know Messer your pussy whipped, not really sure how because Lindsay isn't all that great, but your whipped, she must be made of gold down there." Leigh laughed downing another shot, her body was flushed. "I mean I've flirted with you and Flack both and y'all just shove it off like I'm joking but I'm telling ya, I'd take both of you in one shot." Don gave her a look that said shut up Leigh before you get yourself in trouble. Don looked at Leigh like a younger sister, "Leigh shut the hell up before you get in trouble." Don growled grabbing her by the arm pulling her out of the bar, cursing Danny for talking her into coming. "I'm gonna make sure you get home safe and sound and sleep this off, You know damn well Danny is married and there you where hitting on him like a home wrecker." Don shoved her into the cab, groaning when she kicked him in the shin. "What the fuck Leigh! That fucking hurt." The booze had finally caught up with her as she slurred. "That was for being a jack ass and calling me a home wrecker, I don't see Danny like that, never have you of all fucking people should know that. How many times have I thrown myself at you?" In her drunken stupor she was getting angry.
"How many times have I came to your place, begged and pleaded with you to just give it one chance. You'd rather have me on a string as your fuck buddy than anything serious Don, and I'm tired of it, either man up and let me go, or man up and tell me what you really want, cause I'm getting tired of being your fuck doll." She could tell he was getting mad, the vein in his neck was pulsing and his neck and face where turning red, it never took her long to sober up so she was going to push it as far as she could. "How many times a day do you compare me to her? Is that it? I'm not good enough? Well get over it Don, I'll never be Jess I know I can't compare to her but you know I have feelings to. The hushed whispers about how I'm the next Jess, it goes on and on and I'm fucking tired of it."
Don just looked at her, he could see where she was coming from, but then again he couldn't help but get mad at her for saying that he was comparing her to Jess, no one could ever compare to Jess,