Sorry I don't update that often. I have a lot of the story written out, the problem is I write everything with pen and paper, so it takes me a while to get around to typing it all up. I will try to be quicker with the next chapter.
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"AAAHHHH..." Liv half thought, and half yelled as she woke up from another bad dream. She didn't know why but lately the nightmares had been coming more frequently. Something Liv was not happy about, but didn't know how to stop.
Olivia quickly looked around and was relieved as her eyes started to focus. Not only was she in her own bed, something she wasn't initially sure of, but she was also alone. Which was another plus as far as she was concerned. Liv wasn't usually the type to abuse alcohol, but last night after the week she had had, Liv had decided to allow herself to take the risk and drink more than she usually would. Her relief quickly dissolved as she heard noises coming from the kitchen. "What have I gotten myself into?" she wondered, unable to remember most of the night before.
"Hey" Trevor said as he turned to see Olivia walk yawning into the kitchen. "Did you sleep well?"
"Did we?" Olivia questioned softly, almost afraid to finish the question.
"You don't remember anything do you?" Trevor said smiling and handing Olivia 2 Tylenol and a glass of water. Olivia took the pills and water from Trevor and smiled weakly while shaking her head lightly to answer no. "Well..." Trevor started, pausing for effect. "What do you remember?"
"I remember ordering a bottle of wine and chicken teriyaki at that quiet little Japanese place in Murray Hill, but I don't remember anything after that."
"Well let me fill you in on what you are missing. Lets see. First you finished off the first bottle of wine and most of the second all by yourself. Then after an embarrassing incident involving setting the table clothe on fire, you then spilled your water all over the table. Perhaps in an attempt to put out the fire, although you missed and instead got yourself, and the wine menu you were attempting to read." Trevor stopped watching Olivia's face for any signed that she either remembered what he was saying, or didn't want him to continue on. Seeing none he took a deep breath and continued. "We left, and you very nearly walked out into traffic. I got us a cab, and you had to stick your head out of the window to keep from getting sick. We made it to your apartment building where you threw up in a trash bin on the corner, and then in those lovely bushes in front of the main entrance. Then I had to get your doorman to assist me in getting you to the elevator. At that point I had the pleasure of frisking you in order to find your keys. I must say you are the first person I have had the delightful experience of frisking and if I had known it could be that much fun I may have decided to be a police officer instead of a lawyer." Liv shot Trevor a glare causing him to momentarily stop recollecting the previous nights events. Trevor sipped his fresh cup of tea before continuing. "Then after finding your apartment door, it only took me 3 attempts to figure out how to unlock all of your locks. Well I guess its better to be safe than sorry. I was really hoping to get the full tour from you, but you had another idea in mind. After some awkwardness I finally stripped you down to your panties, and put you to bed." Trevor said taking another sip of his tea and giving Olivia a chance to take it all in. Olivia didn't know what to say, it was all a little too much for her. There had been many a time when Olivia had been overwhelmed by the facts, but this was the first time she had ever been overwhelmed by a lack of remembering the facts. Especially since she had experienced the facts first hand.
"I rinsed your clothes out. They are hanging in the bathroom. And I really think you need to get a new couch if you are going to make a habit of this, because your current one is too short and uncomfortable for me to sleep on, on a regular basis." Trevor smiled and got up to stir the hash browns he was making. "How do you like your potatoes? Soggy or crispier?"
"You...You..." Liv tried to form a sentence but couldn't figure out what to say so she gave up on trying to make sense of what had happened the night before and said the only thing she could think of. "You made potatoes for me?" She weakly smiled "I love those!"
"I figured you might" Trevor said lightly seasoning them. "Why don't you go freshen up while I finish making breakfast."
Liv wanted to argue back, but after a quick assessment of her current state she realized that freshening up was probably in her best interest. Without saying a word Liv slowly shuffled out of the kitchen towards the bathroom. After a couple minutes of putzing around Liv carefully stepped into the shower. Moments later Liv thought her head was going to explode when she accidentally dropped the bar of soap causing it to clang around the almost empty tub. The noise of the hard object hitting the cold hard plastic was almost unbearable.
It was times like these that Liv was glad she had decided to go with a shorter haircut again. It made "morning after" showers a lot more bearable. After a quick shower Liv sat motionless on the end of the bed trying to overcome the slight feeling of nausea she had. The oversized towel she used was covering a large percentage of her now clean body. Small drops of water randomly fell off of her hair and rolled down her partially exposed shoulder. The momentary silence was interrupted by the all to familiar sound of Liv's phone vibrating around on her nightstand, bumping into her lamp, and then into her clock before continuing on towards the edge of the table. Liv rolled her eyes and stretched her arm across the bed to reach the phone, making sure to hold her towel in position with her other hand. Liv looked at the number for a couple of seconds trying to place it. Realizing she didn't recognize it, Liv decided she better answer it anyways as she gave out so many business cards a day there was no telling who might be calling.
"Hello" Liv muttered.
"Hey Liv. I didn't wake you did I?"
Liv perked up a little recognizing the voice on the other end of the line was Alex. She readjusted her position on the bed trying to get comfortable again.
"No... No." She said trying to sound sincere. "I just didn't recognize the phone number." she tried to explain her less than enthusiastic opening.
"Oh right. I am at Roberts. My battery died so I was using his house phone."
"I thought he was out of town this weekend?"
"Yeah, I stopped by to grab something."
"You have a key?" Liv wondered aloud. Alex hadn't been seeing Robert that long, but apparently things were moving along at a pretty fast pace.
Alex continued, ignoring Liv's question. "Actually I was calling because Robert and I had made plans for the weekend to see a concert of a cellist friend of his who is playing tonight. I was just getting the tickets from Robert's desk now. I was kind of hoping you would join me. Nothing worse than going to a concert alone."
"You want me to go with you to see a Cellist?"
"Actually it's some Rock N Roll band. They just happen to have a cellist in the band, who happens to be an old friend of Roberts." Alex said trying to explain in a manner that might make Liv more likely to agree to join her.
"The words Rock N Roll and Cello do not belong in a sentence together."
"Please? I'll buy you an early dinner before the show. And drinks after, but only if it's bad." Alex pleaded, trying to sweeten the deal. She knew just the promise of spending time with her wouldn't be enough to get Olivia to agree.
"How many other people did you call before me?" Liv said getting very suspicious of Alex's motives.
"Do you think I know anyone else that would even consider attending a rock concert?" Alex questioned. Just as she was finishing her sentence Trevor called loudly from the kitchen "Breakfast is ready." The moment of silence that followed from Liv was like a give away. Still Alex wasn't sure what she had just heard, only that she had heard what appeared to be a mans voice in the background. "Am I interrupting something?" Alex asked, almost afraid of the answer.
"No. That was just the TV." Liv lied. "Look I'll make you a deal. You go with me to find a dress for that wedding we are all stuck attending, and I'll go with you to your cello concert."
"Dress shopping? With you? You are buying the drinks then, right?" Alex joked.
"Yeah sure, so meet you in Soho say 2ish?"
"Do you know where "Rice To Riches" is?" Alex said shifting her phone a little, as she wasn't used to using a normal receiver.
"Rice to what?"
""Rice to Riches", it's this great rice pudding place. I haven't had a chance to go there in ages. I would love to meet there for a snack before we head out to shop for a dress."
"Ok, right. "Rice to Riches" at 2 then? Liv said trying to sound enthusiastic despite the fact that it had been so long since she had last had rice pudding that she couldn't even remember if she had actually liked it or not.
"2 it is then." Alex confirmed mostly for her own sake as she hadn't been paying that close of attention as Robert's fish tank was distracting her. "I'll see you then."
"Ok." Liv muttered hanging up the phone and collapsing back onto the bed. Liv couldn't remember the last time her and Alex had been out socially. When they did go out usually they went out somewhere after work, as sort of a last minute thing. This was weird. Liv wondered if maybe she should have said NO. But then she would have had to pick out a dress on her own. And based on the small collection of dresses in her closet it was obvious that task would have been a challenge to her. Especially considering she couldn't even remember the last time she had worn a dress, anywhere for any reason. Liv's mind was racing again. She was so engrossed by her thoughts running wild that she total forgot Trevor was just down the hall. She nearly fell off the bed when Trevor knocked lightly on her bedroom door and asked if she was joining him for breakfast. "I'll be right there" she quickly responded as she hopped out of bed and rushed to get dressed. As she threw on a pair of jeans she wondered how she was going to explain what just happened to Trevor. She wasn't even sure what she had even agreed to.