Numb
Summary: Some people are deaf, some people are blind, but I, I was numb. I could touch the softest silk and not feel a thing. A spider could crawl down my arm, and I would never know. Physically I couldn't feel, and that effected me emotionally...until I met Him.
Jack and I walked quietly home. Yes, I had admitted to myself that the Lodging house was Home, until I found my own.
We didn't speak, and when we passed through Queens, we went stiff, completely on guard. Finally, when we were about a half a mile from the LH, I got up the nerve to ask, "What were you and Spot talking about?"
Running his hand through his unkept brown hair, he glanced at me, "Spot's...he's thinkin' 'bout callin' Queens out."
Furrowing my eyebrows, I asked the inevitable question, "Why?"
"Well, I thought, at first, it was because Queens been botherin' his boys, but...now Ise think..." He trailed off.
I quirked an eyebrow, "You think what?"
He only gave me a shrug.
I huffed, and the rest of the walk was in silence.
No sooner had I walked into the door, had I been invited to a poker game, and I sat down. I couldn't explain my sudden bad mood, but the bottle of whiskey was being past around, and that was the only time I drank. I took sip after sip, and in no time I was wobbling, laughing histerically at everything, and actually sitting (SITTING!) on Race's lap!
It's a weird experience, not feeling what your doing, and it's even more dangerous when your drunk. Most drunks don't feel things when their intoxicated, but this just made it worse.
Laughing drunkenly, I smiled at Race, "You're comfy!" Of course, I didn't know that, but it made him feel better.
He grinned, "You're the funniest person drunk Ise ever seen, Cora!" He told me, lighting a cigar.
I shrieked and fell off his lap. Everyone busted out laughing, "What da hell?" Race asked, as everyone seemed to crowd around me.
I giggled, "Fire burns!" Laughing more, I said, "It can't hurt me!"
Blink rolled his eyes, "Of course it can, Cora. You're jus' drunk!"
"Whatever." I grumbled, and tried to stand, only to fall backwards, looking up at Race I asked, "Are you okay?"
Another round of laughs. Blink gave Race a devilish smile, "Say, Cora, what say you on Spot?"
Giggling, I replied, "I'd only feel fire if that boy was touching me!" I giggled, and the boys laughed again, taking it in a dirty way.
"Cora and Spot, sittin' in a tree!" Mush yelled.
Looking around, I spotted Jack, sleeping somehow through all the noise. Stumbling over, I tapped on his shoulder, "Francis!" I said, getting real close to his face.
"Wha...?" He grumbled, trying to push me away. I stumbled and fell on the floor...again.
He sat up and looked down at me, while I rolled on the floor, laughing histerically. "What'samattawitu?" He slurred, staring at me strangely.
"Hey Jack's awake!" Race called, and he came over, "Nice, Cora. Ya had to wake da sleeping beast?"
More giggles, "Hiya Race! Can you teach me to stand on my head too?"
Race inhaled his cigar, "Sorry, Jack. Don't know how she got so drunk. We just passed around the bottle, and she took sip aftah sip."
Jack gave a growl, "How couldya let yaself git drunk?" Jack asked as he got off the bed and picked me up.
"How'd ya let yaself git tired?' I shot back, of course followed by more giggles.
He set me down a moment, to glare at the boys, and I fell over, "Awww, Jack! You pushed me!" I exclaimed.
Jack turned back, "Ise didn't even touch ya!" He said, staring at me on the ground...again!
Clearing my throat, I started to sing, "Oh, the horse put his foot, put his foot on the ground! Oh, the horse put his foot, put his foot on the ground, Oh, the horse put his foot, put his foot on the ground, Oh, the horse put his foot, put his foot on the ground!"
The boys joined in as Jack tossed me over his back, and started carrying me away. I grabbed a nearby bottle of whiskey as we passed and continued to sing along, "Ain't this a terrible song! Second verse, same as the first! Ain't getting' better, but it's gonna get worse!"
They continued to repeat it as Jack threw me on my little matress. He glared down at me, as I put the bottle to my mouth, only to find it empty. Sighing in deep regret, I tossed it, and faintly heard it break on the floor.
Continuing to glare, he said, "Ise dissapointed in youse, Eden. Who knows what ya coulda let slip down dere."
I giggled, "They didn't believe me." I told him.
"Ya let somethin' slip?" He growled.
I hiccuped, "Yup. Tol' 'em, fire cna't hurt me. But, they-hiccup- didn't believe me."
Jack heaved a sigh, "What am Ise gonna do wit you?" He asked, looking over at me.
Hiccup. "Keep me?" I giggled, and suddenly, I was out like a lightbulb.
A/N: HA! I beat the writer's block! mwhahahahahahaha! Figured I'd treat you guys to a funny chapter:) Hope you all enjoyed!
Dislcaimer: I own nuffin'! Which rhymes with MUFFIN!