**Chapter Seven**
"So. How'd it go?" Mia asked as she walked up to Dom in the foyer. He looked up, sadness in his eyes then walked up stairs. She followed him up with Brian in tow. "Can we talk?"
Dom nodded and waved her in. He looked up and saw Brian. He smiled waving him in also. "So, whadya wanna know?"
"Did you try talking to her without pissing her off?" Mia asked, hooking her arm into Dom's arm for support.
Dom raised an eyebrow. "Why is it always my fault?!" his voice boomed.
"Well what happened?" Brian asked trying to get Dom's version of events.
Dom hesitated regretting leaving Corrin like that. "We were talking and things got ugly for a minute and then she just, I don't know, she just wasn't Corrin."
"How's that?" Mia asked.
"Well, she grabbed this bottle of Bicardi and had about four glasses in the space of two minutes and these weren't small glasses. They were jugs. That girl can knock it back alright."
Brian's eyes went wide. "You mean, she was drinking spirits?" Dom nodded. "Shit!" he said as he ran out of the room and downstairs.
Dom and Mia came running down the stairs after him. "What Brian? Tell me!" Dom growled as he walked up to Brian on the phone.
Brian hung up when she wouldn't pick up. "Corrin went through some shit when she was eighteen and became an alcoholic. She did the rehab thing and can handle beer, not too much of it though but she knows she ain't supposed to touch spirits."
"Wait, what kind of shit did she go through?" Dom asked. So much he didn't know about this girl.
Brian shook the question off. "Look, I have to go make sure she's ok. We'll talk later." Brian left the house and sped off in his Celica. He read the directions in his hand as he drove along. 'She's trying to get attention again!' he thought. He pulled up outside and ran in the building, looking for her number. When he found it he banged on the door. "CORRIN?" he shouted. BANG BANG BANG! "CORRIN OPEN THE DOOR!" He tried the door but it wouldn't open. He stepped back, planning on pushing the door down. He ran towards it as fast as he could.
The door opened as he edged closer to it and he flew through the entrance. He fell on the floor and shook off the dizziness. Looking up he saw Corrin standing there in her bathrobe, a white fluffy towel wrapped around her head and a toothbrush hanging from her mouth. "You alright there?" she asked looking down at the crumpled heap that was Brian.
He began to laugh at what an idiot he was. He stood up and laughed even more. By that time Corrin was laughing. She held her hands up signalling him to wait for a second. "I gotta spit," she said as she walked off.
Brian continued to laugh as he looked around the loft. The big open space that was the living room, lounge and dining room, with the kitchen off to the side. (Think Rachel and Monica's apartment in Friends). She hadn't been in the country for very long he could tell. Everything was still in boxes. He looked up as she walked out of the bathroom flashing that smile.
"So. You gonna tell me why you were gonna break my door down?" Corrin said as she walked across the room and over to the fruit bowl. She grabbed some grapes then sat down at the window seat.
Brian smiled and shook his head. He walked into the kitchen and pulled the empty Bicardi bottle from the rubbish. It had been three quarters full before Dom left. He held it up for her to see.
"Yes Brian, it's called a bottle. Holds liquid, stuff you drink." She said sarcastically and popped another grape in her mouth. She smiled which seemed to irritate Brian.
He shook his head and dropped the bottle back in the bin. "You're a recovering alcoholic, you're not supposed to drink spirits Corrin! What were you thinking?"
"Chill out Brian. Man, I suppose Dom told you I was drowning my sorrows, did he?"
"Look, you know how bad you get and I don't want you to slip into that kinda life again Corrin. Where are you hiding the rest of the alcohol?" Brian began looking through her cupboards, scanning for any hard liquor.
"Brian, what are you doing?" she asked half laughing. She walked over and began to really laugh at him. Beneath the Bicardi bottle in the rubbish bin was a Gin bottle and a Vodka bottle, all empty. He looked up at her, by now she was in hysterics laughing.
"CORRIN!" he yelled. "What have you done? Why did you drink all those?" he walked up to her and gripped her arms.
"Ow, Brian," she said between laughing. "Get off man." She continued to laugh at him.
"Why are you laughing? You drunk Corrin?" he asked as he stepped away. He was fuming.
She continued to laugh, managing to say, "I'm sorry Brian." She calmed herself down a little and sighed. "Man, you get worked up worse than a chick Brian. Anyone ever tell you that?"
"Well don't come to me if you get yourself in the shit Corrin!" he said before walking towards her door.
"WAIT! Brian come back." She said dragging him back inside. "I never drunk those bottles." She began laughing again.
"Spoken like a true alcoholic!" He said before trying to get out of her grip.
"No really. Dom was right, I had been drinking but after he left I realised it wasn't the answer so I emptied all of those bottles down the sink." Brian seemed to believe her. She laughed a little. "I was laughing because you actually thought I would drink all of that! Hell no! Not in this lifetime."
Brian began to laugh a bit. "Oh shit, I feel like an idiot." He cracked up laughing as she led him back to sit down. "I'm sorry Corrin. It's just you're my little sister, my only sibling and I ain't in the mood to see you fall back into that life."
Corrin nodded, smiling at him as she handed him a cup of coffee. "Thank you for caring Brian. It means a lot to me. Brian I have to tell you something."
Brian put the cup down. "What's that?"
"I got stung for drunk driving this morning on my way home from the party." Corrin said confidently. She knew he'd be upset but she had the right to explain herself.
"YOU What?!" he said, nearly choking in the coffee.
"I guess I was a little drunk when I woke up this morning but I've sorted it out. I wasn't horribly over the limit so I just have to pay a fine and there'll be no record of it on my International Licence. So I've got it sorted."
Brian nodded, still frowning at her. "I hope you learned your lesson."
"Hell, did I ever." She sipped her tea and looked around the destruction mess that was her apartment. "Mate, I so have to get this place organised!"
"How many rooms?" Brian asked looking around.
"Three. There's two over there and those stairs leading up over there go to the third just up there." Corrin said pointing to the high roofs.
Brian looked up in surprise. "Holy shit, I never saw that room up there. "There were windows all along the length of the room looking down onto the living area, dining room and kitchen. **(It's an open style warehouse like apartment/loft)**
"I love this place. It was exactly what I was looking for." She said looking around at the views.
"Must cost a fortune, what are you gonna do with those two rooms?" he asked.
"I've got a job. A night job. And the rooms I'll probably leave spare." She replied getting comfortable in her seat.
Brian nodded. "What kind of NIGHT job?" he asked suspiciously.
Corrin laughed. "Not that kind!" she said slapping him on his knee. "I work at a bar for this nightclub in town. It's every Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and I have Saturday's off."
"So what are you gonna do in the meantime? Like during the day?"
Corrin shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Probably get back into my painting. I get heaps of inspiration over here so yeah; I'd like to get back into that. I was hoping that if things were good between Dom and I that maybe I could lend a hand at the garage. Become a part of the team again, that sort of thing. But it doesn't look that way."
"Give him time Cazz. He'll come around." Brian stood and stretched. "Now that I know where you live I'll have to bring the team around. Give us a yell if you need any help unpacking."
"You going?" Corrin asked as she walked beside him.
"Yeah, better get back and let them know everything's ok. Sorry about before Corrin." He said hugging her.
"Not a problem you big smelly punk! Now go, and I'll call you's later. Get ya to come round for a coffee or something."
"Ok, seeya." He said as he walked out the door.
She smiled, feeling a lot happier she had gotten rid of that alcohol. She turned and was greeted with the colossal mess. "Oh god!" she sighed as she decided to make a start on it.
"So. How'd it go?" Mia asked as she walked up to Dom in the foyer. He looked up, sadness in his eyes then walked up stairs. She followed him up with Brian in tow. "Can we talk?"
Dom nodded and waved her in. He looked up and saw Brian. He smiled waving him in also. "So, whadya wanna know?"
"Did you try talking to her without pissing her off?" Mia asked, hooking her arm into Dom's arm for support.
Dom raised an eyebrow. "Why is it always my fault?!" his voice boomed.
"Well what happened?" Brian asked trying to get Dom's version of events.
Dom hesitated regretting leaving Corrin like that. "We were talking and things got ugly for a minute and then she just, I don't know, she just wasn't Corrin."
"How's that?" Mia asked.
"Well, she grabbed this bottle of Bicardi and had about four glasses in the space of two minutes and these weren't small glasses. They were jugs. That girl can knock it back alright."
Brian's eyes went wide. "You mean, she was drinking spirits?" Dom nodded. "Shit!" he said as he ran out of the room and downstairs.
Dom and Mia came running down the stairs after him. "What Brian? Tell me!" Dom growled as he walked up to Brian on the phone.
Brian hung up when she wouldn't pick up. "Corrin went through some shit when she was eighteen and became an alcoholic. She did the rehab thing and can handle beer, not too much of it though but she knows she ain't supposed to touch spirits."
"Wait, what kind of shit did she go through?" Dom asked. So much he didn't know about this girl.
Brian shook the question off. "Look, I have to go make sure she's ok. We'll talk later." Brian left the house and sped off in his Celica. He read the directions in his hand as he drove along. 'She's trying to get attention again!' he thought. He pulled up outside and ran in the building, looking for her number. When he found it he banged on the door. "CORRIN?" he shouted. BANG BANG BANG! "CORRIN OPEN THE DOOR!" He tried the door but it wouldn't open. He stepped back, planning on pushing the door down. He ran towards it as fast as he could.
The door opened as he edged closer to it and he flew through the entrance. He fell on the floor and shook off the dizziness. Looking up he saw Corrin standing there in her bathrobe, a white fluffy towel wrapped around her head and a toothbrush hanging from her mouth. "You alright there?" she asked looking down at the crumpled heap that was Brian.
He began to laugh at what an idiot he was. He stood up and laughed even more. By that time Corrin was laughing. She held her hands up signalling him to wait for a second. "I gotta spit," she said as she walked off.
Brian continued to laugh as he looked around the loft. The big open space that was the living room, lounge and dining room, with the kitchen off to the side. (Think Rachel and Monica's apartment in Friends). She hadn't been in the country for very long he could tell. Everything was still in boxes. He looked up as she walked out of the bathroom flashing that smile.
"So. You gonna tell me why you were gonna break my door down?" Corrin said as she walked across the room and over to the fruit bowl. She grabbed some grapes then sat down at the window seat.
Brian smiled and shook his head. He walked into the kitchen and pulled the empty Bicardi bottle from the rubbish. It had been three quarters full before Dom left. He held it up for her to see.
"Yes Brian, it's called a bottle. Holds liquid, stuff you drink." She said sarcastically and popped another grape in her mouth. She smiled which seemed to irritate Brian.
He shook his head and dropped the bottle back in the bin. "You're a recovering alcoholic, you're not supposed to drink spirits Corrin! What were you thinking?"
"Chill out Brian. Man, I suppose Dom told you I was drowning my sorrows, did he?"
"Look, you know how bad you get and I don't want you to slip into that kinda life again Corrin. Where are you hiding the rest of the alcohol?" Brian began looking through her cupboards, scanning for any hard liquor.
"Brian, what are you doing?" she asked half laughing. She walked over and began to really laugh at him. Beneath the Bicardi bottle in the rubbish bin was a Gin bottle and a Vodka bottle, all empty. He looked up at her, by now she was in hysterics laughing.
"CORRIN!" he yelled. "What have you done? Why did you drink all those?" he walked up to her and gripped her arms.
"Ow, Brian," she said between laughing. "Get off man." She continued to laugh at him.
"Why are you laughing? You drunk Corrin?" he asked as he stepped away. He was fuming.
She continued to laugh, managing to say, "I'm sorry Brian." She calmed herself down a little and sighed. "Man, you get worked up worse than a chick Brian. Anyone ever tell you that?"
"Well don't come to me if you get yourself in the shit Corrin!" he said before walking towards her door.
"WAIT! Brian come back." She said dragging him back inside. "I never drunk those bottles." She began laughing again.
"Spoken like a true alcoholic!" He said before trying to get out of her grip.
"No really. Dom was right, I had been drinking but after he left I realised it wasn't the answer so I emptied all of those bottles down the sink." Brian seemed to believe her. She laughed a little. "I was laughing because you actually thought I would drink all of that! Hell no! Not in this lifetime."
Brian began to laugh a bit. "Oh shit, I feel like an idiot." He cracked up laughing as she led him back to sit down. "I'm sorry Corrin. It's just you're my little sister, my only sibling and I ain't in the mood to see you fall back into that life."
Corrin nodded, smiling at him as she handed him a cup of coffee. "Thank you for caring Brian. It means a lot to me. Brian I have to tell you something."
Brian put the cup down. "What's that?"
"I got stung for drunk driving this morning on my way home from the party." Corrin said confidently. She knew he'd be upset but she had the right to explain herself.
"YOU What?!" he said, nearly choking in the coffee.
"I guess I was a little drunk when I woke up this morning but I've sorted it out. I wasn't horribly over the limit so I just have to pay a fine and there'll be no record of it on my International Licence. So I've got it sorted."
Brian nodded, still frowning at her. "I hope you learned your lesson."
"Hell, did I ever." She sipped her tea and looked around the destruction mess that was her apartment. "Mate, I so have to get this place organised!"
"How many rooms?" Brian asked looking around.
"Three. There's two over there and those stairs leading up over there go to the third just up there." Corrin said pointing to the high roofs.
Brian looked up in surprise. "Holy shit, I never saw that room up there. "There were windows all along the length of the room looking down onto the living area, dining room and kitchen. **(It's an open style warehouse like apartment/loft)**
"I love this place. It was exactly what I was looking for." She said looking around at the views.
"Must cost a fortune, what are you gonna do with those two rooms?" he asked.
"I've got a job. A night job. And the rooms I'll probably leave spare." She replied getting comfortable in her seat.
Brian nodded. "What kind of NIGHT job?" he asked suspiciously.
Corrin laughed. "Not that kind!" she said slapping him on his knee. "I work at a bar for this nightclub in town. It's every Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and I have Saturday's off."
"So what are you gonna do in the meantime? Like during the day?"
Corrin shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Probably get back into my painting. I get heaps of inspiration over here so yeah; I'd like to get back into that. I was hoping that if things were good between Dom and I that maybe I could lend a hand at the garage. Become a part of the team again, that sort of thing. But it doesn't look that way."
"Give him time Cazz. He'll come around." Brian stood and stretched. "Now that I know where you live I'll have to bring the team around. Give us a yell if you need any help unpacking."
"You going?" Corrin asked as she walked beside him.
"Yeah, better get back and let them know everything's ok. Sorry about before Corrin." He said hugging her.
"Not a problem you big smelly punk! Now go, and I'll call you's later. Get ya to come round for a coffee or something."
"Ok, seeya." He said as he walked out the door.
She smiled, feeling a lot happier she had gotten rid of that alcohol. She turned and was greeted with the colossal mess. "Oh god!" she sighed as she decided to make a start on it.
