Maybe Baby
AN: Ok so I have been debating with myself if I wanted to write another story for but now I have decided why not. This one I don't think will turn out near as long as One Night, but this one will also not really delve into anyone but Alice/Jasper, the other will be mentioned, make cameos but this is just them. Please Review
POV: Alice
I had the worst day possible. My boss was on the war path, she seemed to think the world was against her and that suddenly all her best assistants were spies for the rival fashion magazines. I had gotten the short end of the proverbial stick today and been her main scapegoat for her every problem with any department and not only that her husband went and made things worse by serving her with divorce papers, which I was forced to sign for and unknowingly be the messenger. How as I suppose to know that these papers were the divorce papers, I didn't even know the two were considering separating merely because they both had clout. New York is a big city and I hate it. I loathed it with every fiber of my being. The people are all too high and mighty, bossy and obnoxious. I thought my boisterous self would fare well here, wrong I was hyper and sweet, friendly and caring, these people were just ass holes.
I needed time to think, time to clear my head and when in New York there is only one way to come about that, well two but I don't feel like a trip to jail and a possible over dose, so I am here. Even though this place is very selective of its clientele, you have to be beautiful, not just that but sexy, and thank god not trashy. My only alli in this modern city is Rosalie Hale, she is a super model and my one source of true friendship. I miss the sweetness of my hometown, where the people that were stabbing you in the back had no clout because they were the morons who got knocked up and stuck in that small town. I don't know what I mean anymore but I just missed the simple life and no not that stupid show about socialites with nothing to do but sleep around and dress like trash, but the true simple life. Gosh I never thought I'd really miss it. I miss Wal-Mart for god's sake! I know they exist here but the way you are looked at when you step foot in there is astounding, as if they have right to judge when they are there themselves. Then again I'm sure that's how the big city folks get their kicks, popping in to see who comes through; who they can criticize and once they see no one they know they rush to check out. I once got glared at for purchasing a pair of comfy slippers with treads because I was sick of ruining my expensive ones going to fetch the mail just outside my apartment. Sure they aren't stylish but come on, they serve their purpose.
"Alice" Rosalie said holding out a drink to me. I guess I had spaced out, too lost in my thoughts of the past 12 hours to realize the bartender had rushed us our drinks.
"Thanks, sorry Rose was just thinking" I sighed only to see her roll her eyes.
"No more thinking about the bad things, focus on the good and if that doesn't work drink until you just don't care" Rose smiled wrapping an arm around me and leading us towards the dance floor.
I lost track of how many martini's I'd had and I sure as hell had no idea where Rose had gotten off too. Las t I saw she was dancing with a group of guys and I was left to grind with whomever it was currently feeling me up. Moving to take another sip from my drink I realized the glass was empty and I pouted. Glancing at the man behind me I had to jump away for a second. Have you ever found yourself so drunk that everyone was attractive? Yeah I was wasted but there was no fucking way. He wasn't ugly per-say he was just OLD, and greasy, not sweaty greasy looking. How in the hell did he get in here? I thought as I quickly left him alone on the dance floor. I knew he was following me I kept feeling his hand brush up against my skirt but would always speed up.
"Look I don't know you and do not appreciate your…" I said turning to scream at him. I was not in the mood, introductions were not needed, and there was not enough alcohol in the world to make this man appealing. He had that accent, I called it New York trash, and ya know the people with Yankees season tickets who do nothing but drink beer watch baseball and work in a toll booth because no one can understand them sober.
"Oh you can't rile me up like that and then just leave me to solve my own problem" he said grabbing my wrist and shoving my hand onto his bulge.
I may vomit! That was my only thought before I felt a cool hand take my wrist and pull it away from the man's crotch while his other hand forcefully yanked the man's hand up and twisted it before yanking it back down. The man was shriveled in pain.
"Touch her again and I will break it" his accent was most definitely southern. A gentleman thank god!
"Fuck off she's here alone go find your own" he spat at my hero.
"Baby" I said wrapping my arms around him and nuzzling his chest.
He seemed to take the hint and now the hand that had held my arm was securely around my petite frame.
"I didn't know I needed to brand her, take a hint buddy" he said yanking the man's arm again before security walked up to them, it was two large black men and they didn't look happy.
"This man was accosting my girlfriend" my hero said to the guards, or I guess they were bouncer I couldn't be sure.
"Is this true honey?" one man asked with hard eyes pointing at me. I nodded my head and then once more buried it in the guy's shirt.
"What was that?" he asked seeing my lips move but not hearing me.
I turned out of his chest and shouted, "That perv put my hand on his privates!" the guards eyes went wide and with one jerk the other bouncer hauled him towards the exit while the other one looked at my hero and patted him on the shoulder.
"I'm amazed you didn't hit him yourself" and with that he walked off dispersing the crowd that had gathered when my hero grabbed the man's arm.
"You ok?" he asked turning us away from the crowd and into a booth where he must have been sitting because the couple there was congratulating him.
"Nice work Whitlock"
"Jasper you're my hero" the girl crooned before snuggling into her date.
"Yeah, thanks, I had no idea who was dancing up on me, normally Rose warns me if they are sickos" I said running a hand through my black hair. "I knew today would only get worse"
"Bad day?" he asked and I nodded.
"Look let me buy you a drink, it's the least I can do for you saving me" I said amazing myself with how sober I sounded.
"Sure" he smiled and followed me to the bar where I saw Rose making out with a really tall, bear of a man while a bronze haired guy watched them in obvious disgust shouting get a room before he tried to look away only to turn back upon coming in contact with a blond haired plastic girl on his other side ogling him.
"Oy Rose! Get a room" I shouted and though she broke from the kiss for just a moment she winked at me and gave him another lingering kiss before dragging him towards the door. "Scarlett!" I shouted after her.
"Friend of yours?" my hero asked with an amused smile.
"Yeah, so what do you want to drink?" I asked. He held up a glass of whiskey and another martini out to me. "Hey I said my treat" I pouted.
"How about you buy the next one" he smiled and ushered me towards the booth his friends were sitting in. "Jasper by the way" he shouted into my ear over the music.
"Alice" I turned and shouted back.
We had many more drinks after that and I don't think I was allowed to pay for a single one but by the time I insisted I leave he had hailed me a cab. I of course had insisted we share the cab and tugged him into the back seat all the while giggling madly.
After giving the driver my address he stomped on the gas and I was flung into the seat both of us giggling wildly not even remembering to add in the second stop. It didn't matter though; by the time we reached my apartment building we were battling it out with our tongues.
"$20.69" the cabbie said in an annoyed tone holding out his hand.
"Bullshit, I'm not that drunk" I shouted see the meter at $11.45 and as such I handed him a ten and five before pushing Jasper out of the cab. The driver sped off and I looked at my doorman. He was a nice old man, pity he had to work at his age but he was always courteous.
"Morning Miss Alice" he smiled tipping his hat as he held the door open.
"Morning Hank, this is my friend Jasper, Jasper this here is Hank, he keeps the crazy's out" I smiled while Jasper shook the man's hand with a smirk before speaking.
"So when is she getting evicted?" Hank only chuckled and I rolled my eyes.
"Haha Jazzy, I am not crazy I'm overly happy!" I shouted pushing the button on the elevator.
"No you're drunk pixie" Jasper chuckled, catching me when I fell off balance.
"I hate these damn things" with that I kicked off my shoes and walked into the elevator, Jasper right behind me now carrying my clutch and accepting my shoes from a laughing Hank.
"Whoa Alice at least wait until you are in your apartment" Jasper said as I reached under my skirt for my thigh highs.
"No these things have to go and with that I yanked one down only to stumble forward and soon found myself hanging upside down looking at Jasper's ass, "Whoa!"
"What number and which key?" he asked as I heard keys jingling; he'd gotten into my purse.
"718, it's got a high heel cap on it" I slurred while playing a drum beat on his ass. "Hi Mr. Lindbergh!" I shouted as I saw feet and realized it was my neighbor from across the hall. He looked amused and Jasper just shook his head while stopping at my door. After a few moments the lock clicked and Jasper opened the door only for my Boston Terrier Millie to come running out into the hall.
"MILLIE NO!" I shouted as she bolted past Jasper. At the sound of my voice she turned and came running for Jasper's legs.
"Inside Millie" Jasper said while my puppy looked at him like he was crazy and continued licking his shoes.
"Come here baby" and with that she leapt into my hands. "Ok inside Jasper" I ordered while my puppy tried to lick my face as she dangled a foot above the floor wow he was tall. Once the door shut behind us I set Millie down and felt myself go air born and was face to face with Jasper, err more like face to chest, did I mention he's tall?
"I'm so going to remind you about playing my ass like a drum set when you're sober" he laughed setting my purse and keys on the counter beside us.
I don't know why but alcohol makes me stupid and bad days make me horny so I spoke before I could stop myself. "Are you too much of a gentleman to fuck me?"
He froze and his mouth opened slightly, his eyes widening while I bit my lip waiting innocently for a response, how I could remain innocent after the phrase 'fuck me' was uttered is beyond me.
"Pardon?"
Oh right! "On a scale of 1 to 10 how fuckable am I?" I asked placing my hand on my chin as if I was deep in thought, how fuckable was I? Oh I'd give myself a 9, 7 minimum.
He let out a dry laugh and I saw his cheeks turn a shade of pink as he coughed into his hand. Cough, "6" cough.
I craned my head to the side. "Just a 6?"
"Well you are drunk" he said fighting a grin as I pouted, I knew my own expressions I was pouting.
"So I lose 4 fuckable points for being intoxicated" I stated biting my lower lip in thought.
"1 for just having met you, another for me being a gentleman, another for the intoxicated part and the final one because we aren't a couple, which if we were you'd be at about a 9 right now because 10 would be saved for when you were sober and asking me that question" I could tell the moment he finished his explanation he was embarrassed because he suddenly was staring at the ceiling as if the track lighting were something amazing.
"Ya know even drunk I'm rating you at a 8, you lose 1 point for being too much of a gentleman, and you lose the other for not taking advantage of me because seriously right now all I want is something orgasmic to make a shitty day worth it" I grinned tugging on his belt, trying to unbuckle it.
"You'll hate me in the morning" he said, I didn't know what he looked like because I was too intent on removing his belt.
"No I won't" I stated matter-o-factly.
"How can you be sure?" he asked. Now I looked at him to see he was obviously interested, but then again the fact that he hadn't physically tried to stop me from undoing his pants meant I would get my wish.
"I've never once done something I regretted while drunk, plus I've never once forgot a thing I did while a lot drunker then I am now" I stated gripping the center of his shirts seam of buttons. Yanking them apart I smiled when the snaps all popped and glancing at his white wife beater I grinned. "Oh I love snappy shirts"
He chuckled and bent down to kiss me. "Glad you approve" and with that it was all over for me. I was going to get my wish.
AN: So what you think so far? Review please