I walked back into the apartment building, still nervous and anxious and scared and worried that something bad might happen. Coffee still all over my white button up shirt, now dried, and stained onto my burnt skin. I stepped into the elevator, and it took everything for me to press the 7 button instead of the 5. I really didn't want to go back to Christopher at this moment, but Nicky would think I'm crazy to go to her door, crying like a loonatic.
I walked into our apartment, to Christopher waiting on the couch. He looked up, "Baby, I'm sorry I went off on you like that. I just had a long night. Work is really stressing me out right now, being my first week and all."
"It's okay, ya just scared me a little bit." I nervously smiled and handed him his pastry.
He put his arm around me and held me close. We sat in silence as he ate his coffee cake for a few minutes before his phone rang, and he got called into work. He's a bartender at a nearby pub, "Leo's."
"I wish we could spend the night together babe but I can't turn this down, I'll sneak into bed with you when I get home. Should be around 1-1:30." He kissed my forehead as he got up, grabbed his jacket and walked out.
I was almost disappointed until I realized it was the perfect excuse to go to Nicky's door. I mean she did tell me if I hung out with her I'd like it here.
I took a shower and fixed myself up, wearing a little extra lipstick to boost my confidence. I put on a white top, one that shows my stomach a little bit, and black pants I had found in my closet. There was no chance I'd wear my boots, these blisters are still throbbing. I decided to wear my black Toms. A few hours had passed before I finally felt ready and made myself go. I was so nervous, my teeth were almost chattering. I told myself I needed this, stepped out into the hallway, and locked the door behind me. I don't even know if she'll be home, and if she isn't, I'll just watch West Side Story until Christopher comes home.
I got into the elevator and pressed 7. I had butterflies in my stomach the entire way up. I walked down the hallway, room 1A, 2A, 3A.. and finally, 4A. I took a deep breath, and I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" She called out, sounding a little careless.
"Um, it's Lorna." I fixed my hair at the last second.
She opened the door pretty quickly,
"Oh Lorna! Hey, what's up?" She smiled.
She was wearing red flanneled PJ pants and a white, spaghetti strapped tank top. I guess she likes to stay in, seeing as it's barely 7 o'clock.
"Oh nothin', I was just seein' if ya maybe wanted to do somethin'? Christopher got called into work, and I got nothin to do." I tried not to sound nervous.
Her eyes were wide, "Yeahyeahyeah, come on in! I'm not doing much."
I walked into her apartment, and the first thing I noticed was that she had a view of the street from her window, which my apartment didn't have. Her apartment
consisted of a tiny kitchen, with a table against the wall that could sit 3, maybe 4 people. Connected to her kitchen was her living room, which there lay a navy blue couch in front of a TV. A small hallway, with a bathroom and a bedroom.
"You got a nice view in here! All I got to look at is a brick wall at my place."
"Yeah it's pretty neat, watching the tourists and all of the drunk kids stumble down the sidewalk, that is when it's not myself."
I laughed. "You like to drink?"
"If you knew me, that would have been the dumbest question ever. Looks like you got a lot to learn, kid. You want a beer? Wine? A shot or 7?" She asked me as she opened her fridge.
"I'll have what you're havin-"
"You think you can keep up?" She smiled as she grabbed two shot glasses.
"I'll see what I can do." I giggled as I took a seat at her table.
She leaned over the table and gave me a shot of Captains.
"Cheers to running into each other."
"Cheers."
Our glasses clanked, and both our heads shot back, forcing the mouthful of rum down our throats.
"So whattya wanna do?" She asked me as I was still recovering from the alcohol burning my throat.
"I dunno, what's there ta do?" I crossed my hands on her table and leaned forward.
"You name it, it's New York." She quickly jumped off the edge of her sentence, "Hey what's your last name? Maybe we should learn each other's names before we get into any mischeif."
We both laughed, I didn't even realize I knew nothing about this girl. I didn't feel like I needed to, she was really a 'what you see is what you get' kinda deal.
"Morello, and what's yours Ms. Nicky?"
"That's Ms. Nicky Nichols to you, Morello." Her smirk lit up, and there was a little devilish stare in her eyes.
We looked at each other for a few seconds, before she offered me another shot. I nodded, and I watched as she poured it perfectly into the glass. Her hair was still wild, and I couldn't help but stare at her figure. Her flannel pants hung from her hips, tied at the waistband and rolled over twice. They were obviously too big, but it looked good, well, fucking hot. Her tank top rose up a little, baring an inch or two of her slim stomach, and you could see she was wearing a black lace bra underneath. It looked like she had a tattoo up her side, but it was too hard to tell.
"Here ya go" She carefully handed the shot to me, it was up to the lip of the glass, spilling a bit as I took it from her hands.
She licked her fingers before she threw the gulp in her other hand back.
"Jeez Nicky, these shots are big!" I had a huge smile on my face.
"If you wanna back out, shit, by all means, do so, but you did you'd try to keep up." She finally took the seat across from me.
"I'm keepin' up, I'm keepin' up!" I took it and fought making a face at the harshness of the shot.
"So what are we doin'? We stayin in, going out, what?" She leaned back.
"Well I haven't really gotten to take in the city yet, how bout ya show me around?"
"Sounds like a plan, lemme get dressed yeah? You can drink more if ya want." She walked towards her room and I watched her go, almost wishing I didn't ask to go out.
I sat there, feeling the warmth in my stomach and the sting of the alcohol in the back of my throat. I'm already buzzed, and I know it won't be long before she gets me absolutely shitfaced. If this is how it's going to be, I'm going to get her just as drunk. Nicky is intimidating, and I don't have a tough guy bone in my body, but I'm ready to take in the city. I took another shot and she came back around the corner as I slapped the glass back on the table.
"Ohhh, I see how it is. I guess that means I need another one too."
I couldn't help but stare at her, now in black jeans, white shirt tucked in and a black blazer with a gold necklace dangling around her neck. God damn, she knew how to pull everything off.
"Heeeeeyyy! My voice chirped. "We kinda match!"
"What can I say Morello, we look good together. Not gonna lie, you're hot shit." She took another shot, taking two swallows to finish it all.
My lower stomach got warm, most likely not from the alcohol. My tongue started to make circles inside my own mouth and I got a little restless.
"Not too bad yourself, Nichols." This time I was the one that smirked, confidently in effect of the alcohol.
"Well hey, before this gets any worse, or should I say better, let's get outta here. There's nothin you can't fuckin do in this city, let me tell ya."
We got up and headed out to the street.
It was pretty chilly out, but I was buzzed enough to shake it off. Nicky had already lit up a cigarette, which I expected.
"So, you smoke?" She asked.
"No, I used to occasionally, but Christopher always told me he hated it." I walked carelessly down the sidewalk, into the bright lights of my new called home.
"Fuck that, you just gotta do what ya wanna do, kid. Don't let anybody control you, life's too short for that shit, here." She handed me a butt.
We walked, and smoked, and talked until she pulled me into a bar.
Drunk and oblivious, I followed.
I sat down before I realized, shit. This is Christopher's bar.
"Nicky, we need to go. Christopher works here. He wouldn't be happy to see me like this."
"What, more interested in someone else?" She smiled.
I smiled with her, but I knew I really needed to get out of here.
"So where is he? I don't see no Christopher."
I looked around, I was unfocused, until my eyes locked in on him. He was standing, dangerously close to some blonde woman with make up caked on her face. He had his hand on the back of her chair, and he wasn't even behind the bar. He put his mouth up to her neck, and for a second I hoped he was only smelling her perfume, until he planted a kiss. I could see it all. My heart sank in my chest.
"Fuck." Nicky realized what I was looking at.
"Let's go kid, come on, let's go." She stood up and pulled at my hand to walk me out.
I was starting to cry. I knew this was bad. So fucking bad. I would rather have him catch me drunk with Nicky. I couldn't walk straight, a mixture of the alcohol and emotion from seeing Christopher doing that. Nicky comforted me and wrapped her arm around me as we walked. I was so distraught, and cold, and drunk. I could hear Nicky in my ear, "It'll all play out, it always does. Life get's shitty, Lorna, it will never be exactly how you want it." I normally would've been caught off guard because that was her first time calling me Lorna in a serious tone, but my mind was fogged with images of Christopher and that girl.
We eventually reached the steps of the apartment building, and my buzz was fading. "Nicky I can't go back to my room yet. He told me he would be home at 1 and it's still only 10."
"Are you kidding me? You think I'm gonna leave your ass alone in your room til that fucker gets back? You're coming with me."
We walked into her room and I went directly to her couch. The saddness now turned to anger, I was so fucking mad.
"He's such a fucking asshole. I can't fuckin believe it! I can't! Can you get me a drink, Nick?"
"On one condition- you don't turn into the sobbing girl, wasted with her face on my toilet seat, that's happened wayyyy too many times. You gonna be good?"
I smiled and nodded.
"I'll make ya somethin' good. Ay I got Netflix on there if ya wanna watch anything. Do us a favor, no rom coms." Her voice rasped, New York accent in full swing.
I scrolled through the titles, unsure of what to choose. "You wanna watch anything specific?" I raised my voice to her in the kitchen.
She walked back in and handed me my drink. "Your choice, and this should help ya out a bit." She headed back to the kitchen to make one of her own.
I finally put on Weeds, I used to watch this show all the time. I figured it'd be right up Nicky's alley.
I sipped my drink, it was strong and surprisingly fruity.
"Oh I love this show!" She got excited and sat right next to me, holding her drink between her legs.
We laughed at the show and drank together.
Before I knew it I was wasted, and finally her liver gave in as well. It was great to see Nicky finally let something overpower her. It was tough to get used to at first. We kept leaning into each other back and forth, laughing obnoxiously loud. I couldn't control putting all of my weight on her as she did the same to me.
"Hey, these jeans are uncomfortable as fuck, I'm gonna get in my outfit from earlier, you want a pair of pants or somethin?"
"yyyesss" I slurred into laughter, as she got up and went to her room.
She stumbled back, and I forgot what she was even doing in there before she threw a pair of sweatpants at me.
"Here, these should fit you."
They smelt like Nicky, clean like cheap dryer sheets. The bottom of one leg was starting to shred, I imagine because Nicky's too short for them and steps on them when she walks.
"Thanks Nick, you're the best."
I got up right in front of her, and stripped my pants down, and took my shirt off, too drunk to care what I was doing.
"Ohhhh" She quietly growled.
"You watchin' me?" I asked as I laughed and tried to aim my foot into the hole of the pants.
"Depends, you want my honest answer or my ... errr well yes," She slurred in her gravely voice. "Couldn't help it with a body like that."
"W-wait, I don't have a shirt on, ya didn't get me a shirt, Nichols!" I laughed and slid my feet on the floor.
"Aw shit, I'm sorry, it seems my legs are broken and I can't go get you one." She joked, and made it clear she really didn't want to get me one.
I smiled and sat back down on the couch in my bra and her baggy sweatpants.
"Yknnnow, Nichols, you got me drunk. Ium druink." I couldn't help the way I sounded, and I leaned in closer to her.
"Glad you're feelin good, kid. I missed that smile."
"FUCK Christopher! Fuck him!" I shouted.
"ayheyhey!" She put her finger over my lips and shhhhhhh'd me.
"We should get you home kid, it's almost 1. Can't fuck anything up anymore than it is. I'll walk you home and you can pass out, forget about this shit til tomorrow. Don't wake up for him tonight, hear me? Don't. Cmon, you can keep my pants for now, don't worry about it."
She lifted me off her couch.
"Let's get your shirt back on", she struggled to put it over my head because I was not cooperating.
She held me up as I walked unevenly down the hallway, approaching my door.
"Fuck, it's locked, you got your key?"
"Ohhhh no, it's in my pants pocket.. on your floor." I smiled.
"Ahh, one sec." She rifled through the pockets of her pants and found a bobby pin. She picked the lock within seconds.
"Should I be worried your so good at that?" I asked.
"I'm good at a lot of things." She stared down at me, sexy straight face. "But no, not a thing to worry about with me, Morello, I'm all out on the table." She stepped
in my apartment and walked me in.
"Nice place." She said.
I started towards my bed and held Nicky's hand. I had no intention of dragging her behind me, but I did.
"Nicky, come here." I sat on the edge of my bed and pulled her into me, standing between my legs.
I know I'm drunk, but not drunk enough to not know what I'm doing.
I kissed her on the lips, grabbing her jaw and pulling it into mine. Her kiss was amazing, and before I knew it, Ms."I can't fuck anything up more than it is" Nichols, slid her tongue inside my mouth. Our tongues swam with each other, and she was so good at it, staying soft and forceful at the same time. She knew exactly what she was doing. I moaned into her mouth, and eventually pulled her onto me as I fell to my back on the side of my bed.
"Are you sure?" Her croaky voice whispered between hot kisses.
"Yes." I said quickly, returning to her lips and running my hands through her hair and face.
She rubbed her hands up my body and we grinded into each other, our breathing getting heavier and heavier.
Eventually her soft tongue landed on my neck, sucking and slithering, driving me crazy. She gently bit me and I squirmed as she began to get rougher and rougherwith me. I tore my shirt off as fast as I could, allowing her to work her way down my chest and stomach, I let out a surrendering moan, and just as I did - I heard our door open.
I startled at the noise and we immediately stopped.
"Shit shit shit" Nicky said quietly, panicking off of me.
"Hide, just hide!" I told Nicky as I put myself under the covers and pretended to be asleep.
Nicky crawled into the corner of our room, behind the door, completely silent.
Christopher came in, reaking of booze and perfume. I still continued to pretend to sleep.
"You awake baby?" He said softly.
He climbed into bed next to me, buying my sleep act.
Nicky waited about 20 minutes or so, until she heard Christopher's drunk and exhausted snores to sneak out againI managed to stay awake until she left me, right on the edge, needing and aroused. I had to sleep this off, and see what tomorrow brings. Until then, I dreamt of Nicky's body against mine, the feeling of her tongue on my skin...Asleep.