Okay, I have a confession to make. I screwed up. Chapter 3 is REALLY short now, and I take full blame for that because I was switching something in Chapter 2 and made it Chapter THREE. OOPS. So I went and did a little scrap for Chapter 3. I'M SOWWIE. *cries*
Here. Have some slight romantic tendencies. I'm working on it. Well, trying to.
Um, thanks for reviewing Saiph Nebula, Epyon7, Strikeman EXE, Lady_Snake
Week 2: Little Bits of Sunlight
9. Day 8: Something About Love
She walked in early that morning, but she was surprised to already see him there, and at the bar counter no less. He had a glass in his hand, and when he turned around, there was clearly something in his eyes that she had not seen in nine years. They were dulled beyond measure, out of tune with everything happening in the world. He took another sip of the drink and put it down, grunting slightly. "Why you here so early?"
"You've been drinking!" she accused in response, slipping in next to him and placing a hand on his arm and giving it a not-so-gentle squeeze. "It's eight-thirty in the morning! Why the hell do you need a shot and however many glasses you had?!"
Clearly the brunet was unfazed with her verbal lashing. He took a look at her and leaned over close to her ear, his alcohol breath hot on her skin. "You're pretty," he whispered, moving closer. "We should get together some time."
She bit her lip. Lord only knew how many he had to be this bad in the morning. And no one had any clue how he had managed to do it so damn fast as well. She pushed him away and growled lowly, narrowing her eyes and moving father from him and the table. "You're hitting an all new low," she hissed. "Cut the crap and have some tea!"
He licked her lips, following her. "C'mon, babe…"
Suddenly, she slapped him hard across the face. The resounding crack was heard throughout the entire morning diner, and she sat there, staring at him the most awful look on her features. One couldn't really discern whether it was hating love or just annoyed sympathy for the drunken ex-mercenary she used to date. "Get a grip. What are you thin- oh wait. You're not thinking! Clearly, all that booze went to that brain faster than anything I could have possibly imagined in my whole damn life!"
He felt his cheek, which was currently screaming out pain sensors all over the body. In he breathed, clearly realizing something had happened, something went wrong. He looked up at her, still holding the skin and looking as dull as before. The cloudiness wasn't disappearing at all, but at least he was able to form a slightly coherent sentence. "Why'd you do that?"
She sank into the chair, the counter lady bringing over a coffee and creamer. The redhead itched her head, looking for a suffice answer for the one now simply giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes one could possibly offer. Even if it did mean those blue orbs were totally overshadowed by a drunken fool. "You were coming on to me. You know I'm married. It's never going to work between us."
"So why'd you slap me out of it?" he asked simply.
She opened her mouth to offer a retort but shut it moments later with a surprised look on her features. The waitress timidly gave him a tea, which he grabbed is if it were more scotch and tried to down it all. This worked to no avail, and the man slammed the glass down with a shoulder-shaking cough. She leaned forward to give him aid, but he shook his head, nearly hacking up- for lack of a better term- a lung. It took a good three minutes, but finally he was good enough to speak once more. "You've never had the balls to slap anyone but me. Why?"
She bit her lip. "I… I'm not sure. Call it one of those things that lovers do, I- guess?"
He weakly chuckled, albeit slurred. "You're marriiiiied."
"I know. And I'll always care for you and worry about you."
She stood up and walked over next to him, wrapping an arm around his slumped shoulders. He took another sip of his tea, still slightly intoxicated.
YEAH, I MADE HIM DRUNK. At an early hour. Sorry if it's not plausible at all. Don't rip into me for that… but I know I'm going to get it. *sighs* 'scuse me, I'm going to bed.
