Fill another cup up, feelin' on your butt what
You don't even care now, I was unaware
How fine you was before
My buzz set in, my buzz set in
Blame it on the goose, gotcha feeling loose
Blame it on the 'tron, catch me in a zone
Blame it on the a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the vodka, blame it on the henny
Blame it on the blue tap, got you feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-alcohol
Annie walks through the streets of New York while making sure to keep her bag close to her so no one would be able to take it. If this is what she needed to do in order to pay for those god damn field trips at the school then she would do it. She was not missing out on this.
Bronx was a scary place to be at night. At least she thought that. Everyone seemed shady and she didn't trust anyone. Then again, she never really knew the feeling of trust when it came to someone. She had never had anyone to trust besides Jill. She missed Jill.
She goes down an alleyway and into a door on the side, closing it behind her. Almost immediately, she's taken into the room where she was supposed to go and sat down in a chair. She glares at the men who brought her in but stopped when the person she came to talk to turned around in his chair. She smirks a bit.
"All you need is a cat and you can look like an evil villain." The man doesn't chuckle. She looks down at her bag. She could never get a smile out of this man.
"Do you have it?" he asks. She hands him the bag and he swipes it from her bag. He peeks inside and smiles, grabbing a bag from under him and handing it to her. "Good job, kid. You got your payment. Now get out," he hisses. The men drag her up and practically throw her out. She lands on the hard concrete floor and groans when she gets up, hearing the door slam behind her. In the distance she hears a dog howl.
She peeks into the bag and smiles sadly. There was the money she needed. What she did was bad, but she needed the money.
She had enough in there to pay off her college debt if she had any. She thinks for a moment they gave her too much, but she just shakes her head and goes back to the campus. She would work out all the details later.
"I bet I can get this TV working," she says later after they had finished their dinner. She had to admit, the man could cook a mean squirrel. Better then she could when she was by herself. Maybe she should stick around this guy for a while. "I was pretty much a tech genius in college. I can fix practically anything." He snorts.
"Ya sure 'bout that?" he replies, plopping down on one of the couches still available-one of them was in front of the door after all. She raises an eyebrow.
"If I wasn't, then I wouldn't be risking my life back here where I could get possibly electrocuted." She moves the wires slightly in the back and smiles when she hears the click of the TV being turned on. She smirks at Daryl, who simply rolls his eyes. "See?" she replies, grabbing a piece of electrical tape from the cabinet next to her to secure the wires.
"Ok, so ya can fix stuff. Anyone can." She chuckles, finishing up the tape.
"You didn't think I could about a moment ago." She goes over to the movie section and looks at all the movies that this family must have had. Apparently they were big horror fans. "If I remember correctly-"
"Don't need ta explain it again," he says a bit annoyed at her. She was already getting under his skin, but in a way, it didn't bother him as some other people used to. He noticed she often did it with a teasing tone and didn't really mean it.
"Ok, just saying," she chuckles. "If the TV's working then the DVD player must be working as well," she murmurs, picking up two movies. "What do you say? Insidious or Sinister?" He raises an eyebrow.
"A movie?" he asks. She shrugs her shoulders.
"I mean, I know that we both haven't watched one in a while, so it'd be a treat. And they're horror movies. We could even make a drinking game out of them." He chuckles slightly, and she realizes that was the first time she heard him laugh. She liked it.
"How?" he replies. She smiles and puts Sinister back on the cabinet, then places Insidious in the DVD player. Turning back, she sits down on the floor, her back against the couch. She pats the spot next to her and he stares at her for a second before rolling his eyes again and coming down on the spot next to her. She smiles again.
"Well, there's about a million jumpscares in this movie. If you jump at one of the jumpscares, you take a swing of the bottle. Let's see who's more rank at the end of this," she chuckles. "I think it'll be you. You seem like someone who gets scared of horror movies."
"How are ya so sure?" he challenges. Before she could reply, the title screen pops up and both jump. "Damn it," he mumbles, taking the bottle and drinking. She laughs.
"This'll be a long movie," she chuckles.
It was about three quarters into the movie, and both survivors had had there share of alcohol, both equally tipsy. Annie was a bit more then Daryl was because she was not good when it came to horror movies, but she wasn't that drunk, at least not yet. But right now she was sort of getting bored of the movie.
"Let's play a game," she suddenly states, shocking Daryl out of his intense stare at the movie. "I'm bored," she adds on.
"What about the movie?" he asks amusedly. She shrugs her shoulders.
"It's getting boring," she groans. "How about two truths and a lie?" He stares again before sighing anf facing her.
"Whatever," he replies. He was too tired to care. She smiles again.
"Ok, you go first," she says gleefully. He raises an eyebrow at her, but that smile stopped him from saying anything to rain on her parade. 'Damn smile,' he thinks bitterly. This wasn't the time to be thinking of some girls smile. He was going to find his group tomorrow, with or without this girl.
Who was he kidding?
"Ok so…I had a brother…I lived in a prison…and I was a person in the army before all this," he says. She chuckles at that.
"Ok," she snickers. She puts her finger on her chin, staring at him. He had to restrain himself from squirming in his seat from her intense stare. "You weren't in the army," she says. He raises his eyebrows at this.
"How the hell did you get that so quickly?" he replies. She shrugs her shoulders.
"Well, to be honest I just guessed," she chuckles. "Ok….I'm an orphan, I went to Columbia University, and I guessed stared on GLEE." He burst out laughing at the last one and she smiles. "What? You have to figure it out." He raises his hands in surrender for a second.
"Give me a sec," he chuckles. "Um…ya didn't go on that show," he guessed. She nods, and he raises his eyebrow at her. "Really?"
"I don't have the talent to get on that show," she chuckles.
"You're an orphan?" he asks quietly. She looks down and nods.
"Yeah," she replies, looking back up to meet his eyes. "Left on a doorstep when I was only a few hours old. I don't know who my parents are, and I lived in an orphanage until I got accepted to Columbia and left that stinky hell hole."
"Hell hole?" She laughs bitterly.
"I had the worst person as my caretaker there. She did nothing but make my dorm clean and clean some more. But when I was alone, I would read. I had no friends except for one, and she got adopted, so I had eighteen years of being alone. That's why I've done so well the past couple of years. I'm just…used to it, I guess," she mumbles, looking back at the TV. The movie was almost done. She brings her knees up to her chest and sighs. "Just…no one, you know? Have no one to rely on…depend on. It felt so…natural being out there."
"Well, ya ain't alone anymore," he replies quietly. She looks up and smiles at him, only to find he's looking down. She moves over a bit and nudges his side, causing him to look up. And even though he seemed a bit reluctant, he sends a small half smile back at her.
"I know that," she replies, looking back at the TV. "Almost done," she yawns. "Who's more drunk?" she says sleepily.
"More like who's more tired," he replies, seeing her yawn. She nods, resting her head on his shoulder. He stiffens at her touch slightly.
"Yeah," she mumbles, and he practically feels her body slump and he knew she was passed out from the alcohol. He sighs, looking back at the TV. He looks at her and sees her chest rise and fall slowly. Yup, she was gone.
Getting up slowly, he turns off the TV and looks down at the girl. He couldn't just leave her there. Leaning down, he picks her up in his arms, not surprised at how light she felt, and took her up the stairs to the bedroom. He didn't know why he was doing this. But for some reason it felt right.
He finds the bedroom and lays her down gently on the bed, then taking one last glance, he leaves the bedroom and closes the door behind her, trying to get the image of Annie sleeping out of his mind. He needed to get some sleep and plan.
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Song Lyrics: Blame it on the Alcohol-Jaime Foxx