HI PEOPLE! I'M UP WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER. IT HAS A FEW GLIMPSES OF A DRUNK LISBON. HOPE YOU'LL ENJOY!
Jane sped in full swing, not sure where exactly he was headed but he drove as fast as he could in a lame attempt to leave behind the thoughts that came rushing in his mind. He wanted to get her out of his mind, for it only reminded him that how shallow he had become after all these years. He wished he had more to give to the person who had always stood by him, accepted his past, and convinced him that everything will be alright one day. She was the one who had kept him sane in the midst of guilt and loneliness.
For the first time in ten years he truly realized what it felt like to be on the other side of the table. It's not easy to beg to someone to talk to you just so you could help him, to wait for someone even when he leaves you for months and doesn't bother to call you back, and to give everything to that person who could give you nothing but sadness. "And Lisbon had done all this without any complaints and I did nothing but make it hard for her" he thought as he placed his foot on the brakes.
And without any further ado he spun the car in reverse gear, for now it was his turn to be there for her, to repay what all she had done for him; not because she was a friend but because she was more than that.
"A shot of tequila"
"Which kind?" the bartender asked as he scanned her from head to toe.
"I don't care" Lisbon said in an agitated tone" Just make it quick" she took a seat by the bar resting her face on her hand.
A few minutes ago she had sat by the pavement staring at the empty street which resonated completely with her empty life. She remembered the struggles she had to face with the authorities to make her transfer to Sacramento just so she could be near her mother or so she thought. But attachment has its limit, take it too far and it causes nothing but pain. And she was not yet ready to let go off the guilt that had caught hold of her since the day of accident. Endless thoughts sprung in her mind as she fanatically tried to fight them off.
And as when everyone leaves you alone alcohol becomes your best friend. So here she was – drowning her sorrows with the only companion she could find.
"Here you go, sweety" the bartender swept the tray of tequila shots on the table and winked at her.
On normal days Lisbon might have flashed her badge and asked him to mind his own business. But today she could not care less. Today, she wasn't the cop. Today she was just another customer waiting to be served.
She gulped the tequila, a burning sensation spread down her throat. An array of warmth dispersed to the coldest parts of her body. Alcohol had never been so comforting in life. With her shivering hands she took in another shot and one after the other she began to drink in frenzy until her mind went numb.
"Refill" Lisbon tapped the glass on the table as the thoughts kept spinning her mind…
"James, please don't hang up."
"I told you Reese, not to call me ever"
"Please just listen to me… just…"
"What do you want, huh?"
*Refill*
"Today Mom… um… we're having a ceremony for her. If you could just come…"
"I don't have time"
"James, she'd be happy... "
"For god sake! She is dead, remember? All thanks to you."
"Bro, why do you always say like this? I said I'm sorry…L…"
"I have to go. Bye."
"Bro please... I'm sorry … I am so sorr…"
*Refill*
Lisbon had started to feel dizzy. She had already finished fourteen shots and the more she tried to forget, the harder it became.
"Lisbon, how can I leave you alone like this?"
"I'm a big girl. I don't need you, Jane" with that she swallowed another one.
*Refill*
Lisbon was now down to her eighteenth shot. Everyone in the bar was ogling her since the moments she had walked in but Lisbon was too drunk to notice. Being an establishment that only catered to the gangs, bikers and the drug barons, the testosterone charged environment had started to heat up on the sight of the only noble woman at the scene or so the only woman who wasn't throwing herself on other men.
"A piece o'cake. Ain't she?" the tattooed man said after he sniffed the cocaine from the counter.
"And way outta ya league , Bro", the man spoke as he puffed the weed.
"Bet ya 100 bucks. I'll be havin that cake fo' dinner"
He took the last sniff and began to march towards her.
"Hey!" the third man echoed from the table" Share the cake with ya' amigos too" and winked at him.
"Waiter, waaeiter!" Lisbon shouted and thumped on the counter.
"Yes?"
"Hey! Can't you see my glass is empty?" she roared"who's gonna fill it up, huh?" she began tilting on the stool.
"I'm sorry but we're out of tequila."
"I don't care." Lisbon frowned "Go and bring it. Now!" she endlessly began to bang the table.
"Stop shouting woman!" the bartender was irritated as hell.
" Aye Jackhole! Is that how ya talk to such a fine lady?" he spoke and slipped a bunch of green notes to the bartender. The other man nodded in approval.
Lisbon was too intoxicated to observe.
"Yeah! Is that how you talk to…" she stopped in mid-sentence" what was I saying?"
" Hey sweety" he ran his fingers through her hairs "Come, there's a lot o'drinks up there ,eh" He signaled to a room above the bar.
"No…" Lisbon said confusingly as she struggled to keep pace with the events" I should go…" she tried to stand" I should go now."
" Come with me, darlin'" he took her by the hand. He started to force his way on her.
" I haaaave to go…" she leaned back and tried to regain her posture.
He came forward and moved his hands to touch her just when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Any problem there pal?"
Lisbon swung her head back on the note of a familiar voice.
"Jane?" It was all she could say after she threw up on the counter.
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