I Only Love You When I'm Drunk
(Garcia's POV)
I slammed my empty shot glass down on the bar, making the people around me stare with attentive eyes. That was my fifth shot of tequila and I'm not planning on stopping any time soon. As the alcohol goes down my throat, it burns at first but as it makes it's way down, it began warming my throat along with my entire body. As I motion the bartender over for another shot, I begin to think over what brought me here tonight.
My longtime boyfriend Kevin Lynch had wanted me and him to move to Florida to start new. I told him that I couldn't just up and walk away from everyone here in Virginia that loves me and vis versa, so I had told him no. And of course, he fought with me every step of the way trying to convince me that moving to florida would be the best thing for both of us, and again I told him no. That's when he decided that since I wasn't moving with him, that he would break up with me, so he did, and that's how I ended up here after work. Trying to drown out the pain he had left by getting drunk was a good plan, but so far I was no where close to being really drunk.
My hand closed around the now full tequila shot glass, as I raised it up to my mouth. Quickly drinking it, I slam it back down on the bar. As I turn around to go use the bathroom I see Morgan looking down on me. Well hell, how did he know I would be here?
I try to get up, but Morgan with his well over decent build he easily blocks my path. As I was standing up, I realised how close Morgan and I were. He was almost pressed up to my body, pushing me against the bar stool. As I took a deep breath through my nose, and as I did, I noticed a smell I've never really noticed On him before. He had a clean smell that just seemed to radiate off of his skin.
After about two minutes of me and him just looking at each other, Derek Finally clears his throat.
"What's got my baby girl in here, getting drunk beyond belief?" He asks, slightly amused as he leads me over to a table where it's less crowded so I can sit down. As I sit down, I slightly stumble which causes Morgan to take a hold of my elbow to steady me as I take a seat.
"Come on Sweetness, spill it. Why is a gorgeous person like you here on a Friday night after work instead of with your boyfriend?" He asks me again, with his grip on my elbow not loosening up.
"I'm not going to lie Morgan, life screwed me over." I say with my voice slightly slurred. He acquires a confused look on his face as he adjusts the grip on my elbows.
"And how did life exactly do that baby girl?"
"Well, when your boyfriend breaks up with you because you refuse to move to florida to 'start fresh' with him, you realise you just shove some alcohol down your throat." He raises an eyebrow at me over my choice of words.
"Well, all I have to say is Kevin doesn't know what he's missing by letting you go, you're one of the best people I know." He smiles at me, not afraid to throw a flirtatious glint in his eyes. You know, it may just be the alcohol talking but I've never noticed how much I've missed about him. The mocha color in his eyes now taking a bright shine to them.
"Pen, Let me take you home." He offers as he stands up. I stand up and about to object but I stumble forward slightly. Morgan catches me before I fall flat on my face. As he pulls me up to help me start walking, my arm brushes against the side of his torso, and I take in on how muscular it happens to be.
Pushing that thought aside, I let him lead me to his car where he helps me into the passenger side of his car. As he get's into the driver's side, I lean my head against the window, allowing the coldness of the window to chill my burning face from the alcohol.
As were driving, I fail to notice that he doesn't head in the direction of my place. Instead, 15 minutes later he pulls into his house. Helping me out of the car, he manages to get me into the house. As soon as I get in, I stumble my way over to the couch, where I fall onto it.
Morgan comes over and bends down to my level, and looks into my eyes. He brings his left hand up to my face to brush some hair out of the way. He then trails his left hand down to my jaw, where it just rests there. Before he does anything, he sighs and pulls his hand away from my face.
And before I knew what I was doing, I leaned up suddenly and kissed him. I'm sitting there kissing him for a minute before he starts to reciprocate the kiss. Just as he begins to pull me up from the position on the couch, I pull back and very suddenly, drop my head back down on the couch, and fall into a deep sleep.