Hey guys! Okay so I have this idea that I'm testing out...I'm thinking about updating with shorter chapters (this one is about a third of the usual length) so that I can update more often...It does mean that, however, when you do get updates there won't be as much going on and I don't know how you all feel about that...So here is a chapter that will kind of model my future chapters if I decide to do this...please late me know (either by PMing me or through a review) what you think I should do/what you'd prefer!

And Now,

Chapter 7!

Rachel took in a deep breath, trying to quickly think of a story to tell. She noticed that his mother, Maria's, stormy blue eyes focused completely on her, waiting eagerly for the story. As if her interest wasn't bad enough, the rest of the room seemed to hear the question as well and quieted down for the story. The only good thing about this was Tara would hear the whole thing. Rachel smiled and began her story.

"Well, it was about 6 months ago. We had gotten back from a really romantic date," Rachel emphasized really, and noted (much to her satisfaction) that Tara narrowed her eyes, "and in his messy room, I found this adorable hand-made box. It was decorated with all of these pictures of him and inside were these hand cut heart-shaped confetti that just fluttered out when I opened the box."

This earned several "awws" from most of the women and sniggers from Gar's guy friends.

"When I finally took out the confetti, I saw this HUGE-"

"Big fat nothing. No ring," interjected Gar, having entered the room and figured out what was going on in time to salvage some of his dignity. After his interjection, however, Gar could tell Rachel wanted to strangle him, the look she gave him, while mild in comparison to some of the ones he'd gotten before (considering there was an image to uphold), but he could just tell that she wanted to kill him.

But Gar continued anyway, he'd deal with Rachel later.

"No, in fact, inside was a piece of paper with a date and time written on it. Very manly," clarified Gar, earning nods from some of the guys in the room.

"Naturally," interrupted Rachel, "I thought he was cheating on me. It was a really hard time for me."

Gar just gave her a confused look, now what are you up to? he wondered.

Ignoring Gar, she continued, "I actually broke up with him, telling him that I didn't think he was in it for the long run. But then, I got a call from Gar and he told me to meet him at my favorite café. He was choking back soft sobs as he told me that he couldn't stop thinking of me."

Gar looked mortified and interjected, "There were no sobs. No sobbing."

But everyone seemed enraptured by Rachel's story and barely paid attention to his comment.

She continued, "So I arrived and it was Karaoke Monday. I looked around, but I didn't see Gar and I thought that he forgot. I was so depressed until I heard them announce the name 'Garfield' over the microphone. Sure enough, I looked up to see my Gar belting out Bryan Adams' Everything I do (I Do It For You) and I was in shock. Mind you, he wasn't very good, but it was so sweet. Afterwards, in front of the entire café, he kneeled and-"

"I asked her to marry me, she said yes, the end," finished Gar before she could embellish the story further.

Rachel just looked at Gar and shot him a sickly sweet smile and Gar could see the malice in her eyes. Just you wait, Rachel, I'll get you back for this.

The audience that had gathered around for the story began cheering.

"That was some story," commented Maria. Maria then turned and asked, "Hey Tara, would you mind taking this back to the kitchen for me? Thanks, you're a sweetheart."

By then everyone had gone back to mingling as before and didn't hear Rachel stopped Tara on her way to the kitchen.

"Hey, Tara is it?, would you mind taking this too?" asked Rachel with a fake smile while handing Tara a champagne glass, "Thank-you, you're such a sweetheart."

Tara glowered at Rachel but took the glass anyway. Rachel smiled to herself in satisfaction. She then shook her head, Good god, why am I acting like this? She thought to herself. She definitely needed to control her emotions better. Rachel sighed, desperately wishing she could slip away from the party to meditate.

Then Tara returned, carrying a beer and offered it to Rachel, "I think they're out of champagne."

"No thanks, I'm good," replied Rachel, shocked that Tara was being so nice.

"You look like you could use it, trust me," encouraged Tara, handing Rachel the open beer.

"Thanks, I guess," responded Rachel.

After Tara left, Rachel looked at the bottle and began to regret trying to piss Tara off. She seemed to be nice, so why couldn't Rachel be nice to her? Rachel decided that she'd stop trying to provoke Tara and began sipping the beer. She should've known ,however, that something wasn't right when Tara said "trust me".

Unknown to Rachel, Tara walked away with a grin on her face. Revenge is sweet. Tara could tell by Rachel's uptight demeanor that Rachel wasn't an alcohol drinker. On the other hand, Tara knew from experience as a bartender that mixing different kinds of alcohols would get a person drunk faster.

And considering Rachel wasn't a heavy drinker, her body wouldn't be able to tolerate much before she became completely intoxicated. Tara smiled, wondering just how long it would take for Rachel to make an ass out of herself.


Did you all like it? Should I just post several mini chapters or would you rather wait for the typical, long chapters? Let me know!

Thanks!

~RukiaRae