Hey everyone! Plain text is present time and italics is what happened the night before. I will be getting a new story started within the next week. I just have to do a bit of editing on it before I can get that posted, but it is a story that I am eager to be sharing with all of you, and I hope you guys like it as much as I do. That story is called Come Along, We'll be a Real Family.
Enjoy.
She couldn't remember getting drunk off her butt, to where she couldn't even stand up on her own. Between the second and fourth club they went to she lost count of the drinks she had, each one going down easier than the one before. Needless to say she didn't remember how she got home, dressed in one of her boyfriend's tees, how a glass of water sat next to the bed by a bottle of aspirin, not waking up to find herself passed out in the bathroom throwing up the all alcohol she stupidly consumed. It was a no wonder girls night was far in-between each other the older they got. They weren't cut out for this anymore.
"Where does anyone want to go?" Lemon asked, finding a parking spot at a small restaurant to eat before they went onto their long overdue girl night.
"We should start the further from where the car is parked and work our way closer otherwise we'll never make it by the end of the night," Crickett voiced, slipping from the backseat, the other three exiting the car as well.
"She's got a point," Zoe nodded. "We can figure out the game plan while we wait for our food," Zoe commented, heading to the entrance of The Blind Mule.
"I don't care where we go, it's just nice to have a night without a screaming baby," Ab commented. Even saying that, she missed her baby girl, but a night out with friends was much needed, she is very thankful that her parents offered to come to town to watch their granddaughter, as they couldn't get enough of her.
"By the end of the night you'll be the one to be screaming," Lemon cheekily told her friend, as they found a table.
"You're one to talk, or have you decided that sex is no longer required now that you're married?" Zoe playfully asked.
"You're one to talk," Lemon mimicked her friend. "At least I am not having sexy time all around town," she smirked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Zoe denied, her suddenly flaming red cheeks speaking volumes.
"The manager's office at the Rammer Jammer, we've all seen you come out of there with this certain glow," Ab pointed out.
"Don't forget the time Wade left your office, fixing his clothes," Crickett stated.
"Or the time you took a detour in the middle of town to meet up with George and myself at Fancies last month after we left your house together and you two showed up with matching love bites on your necks?" Lemon questioned.
"That doesn't prove we had sex all over town," Zoe stated, shaking her head. "Just that we let ourselves get a bit carried away. I am not to blamed for my boyfriend being irresistible," she smirked. "Do I need to recount the stunts you three pulled back in high school with your boyfriend's?" Zoe asked with a smirk, knowing details the others didn't about each one of her friends.
"I think that is enough," Lemon quickly said, picking her menu up to look it over.
"I don't need to relive those moments again," AB stated, looking her menu over as well.
"It was so long ago, that it wouldn't make much sense to drag it up now," Crickett shrugged, flipping her menu open.
"That's what I thought," Zoe laughed, picking her menu up as well. "Ya know we haven't decided who is going to be the designated driver," she tossed out, while looking through the selections in the menu. "I am not going to be it, as I had the job the last time we did girls night," Zoe stated.
"That is fair," Lemon nodded. "I think AB should be off the hook this time around as well as she needs to have an extra good time with not getting out all that often," Lemon suggested.
"I agree," Crickett nodded. "Lemon you can drink," she offered. "It's been quite sometime since I have had the job of being the DD, so I don't mind," Crickett shared.
"I don't mind being the sober one," Lemon said. Crickett nodded her head, knowing better to question her friend, as they waiter approached the table to get their order.
Their gossip continued as they waited for their food and while they ate, no one in town off limits as the giggled over rumors they had heard, trying to figure out if maybe they happened to be true or if they were just that a silly little rumor to be ignored.
Before they left the restaurant they pulled up a map on a phone and marked what bars or clubs they wanted to be going to and figuring out the best order to visit each one. With a game plan in mind they headed out after paying and leaving a tip.
Entering the first bar they got a round of drinks before hitting the makeshift dance floor to let loose a bit, ignoring the all the lingering looks from the male counterparts who happened to be drunk already.
"Morning," Wade whispered, seeing his girlfriend enter the kitchen. "Did you take the aspirin?" He questioned, grabbing a coffee cup and pouring her a cup. Zoe nodded, falling onto a stool.
"Thanks," she murmured, rubbing at her temples.
"I have greasy food, or a beer," he offered. Over the years when he woke up with a hangover he drank a few beers in the morning to help his hangover move on faster.
"I'll take the greasy food or made just some dry toast," she groaned out. "How'd I get home?" She asked, not recalling all of the action from the previous night, like the last few hours.
"Lemon, couldn't deal with a drunk doc and a drunk Crickett and AB had been no help in her state, I got a call from my very drunk girlfriend," he chuckled softly. Lemon wrangled the phone from her friend and told Wade where they happened to be. Needless to say, Wade brought backup with him in the form of a lawyer, a mayor and whatever Stanley happened to do.
Zoe nodded, slowly bringing her coffee up to lightly blow on the hot liquid. "How was your guy's night before I ruined it?" She questioned.
"Not as eventful as your night," he chuckled, quickly stopping seeing his girlfriend wince. He knew how much a hangover sucked to have and he didn't want to give her more pain than she is already dealing with.
Wade entered the Mayor's place with a twelve pack of beer, not really sure if he would be drinking it or sticking to cola for the night. With the beer in the fridge to chill he headed back outside to hang with the guys while Lavon grilled the food for the night.
"Anybody else feel like we shouldn't drink tonight?" Wade asked sitting around the table waiting on their steak to cook. "I know they said they were going to have a DD, but I just don't know," Wade sighed, playing with a can of cola.
"Take it from the most experienced one here, it's best not to be drinking any sort of alcohol as there will be a rescue mission before the night is over with.
"It happens everytime," Stanley concurred. "Alcohol is for a guys night when the girls stay in town," he commented.
"It's not going to hurt to have one now, by the time the bars close in the early hours of the morning we'll be sober enough to drive," Lavon stated.
"That maybe so, but I don't want to take any risks," Wade commented. "So what's new?" Wade asked, having not spent that much time with the three other men around the table, especially Stanley.
"You tell us," Lavon said, walking over to the grill to flip the steaks. Wade frowned at his friend. "You've been so busy with Zoe lately that I forget you're a tenant here," he commented.
"It's easy with Zoe," he shrugged, leaning back in his chair.
"So why don't you talk to her about moving in?" George questioned.
"What are we a group of women needing to gossip?" Wade remarked. He didn't want to talk about his romantic life with Zoe over steaks with the guys. Not that he had put much thought into moving into Zoe's place. Hardly thought it was time for that.
"We're not gossiping when it's about us," Stanley waved it off.
"Yes it is," Wade nodded. "Why don't we gossip about the baby front with George, or the Annabeth front with the mayor here, or any problems that's going on in your marriage, Stanley?" Wade asked, looking at each guy as he talked.
"Anybody catch the game last night?" George asked, making a quick change of topic.
"That's what I thought," Wade nodded.
"You do know that it doesn't make you less manly if you talk about your feelings, right?" Stanley commented.
"I talk about my feelings, just not with a group of guys," Wade commented. He knew just how sensitive of a guy he could be around his girlfriend not a group of his friends who all happened to be male. And he would seek someone out if he needed to talk that badly with anyone.
"Just let me know when my carriage house is going to be free again," Lavon smirked. "That way I know if you'll be around when the gate house finally gets finished off."
"When are you going to rebuild that?" Wade asked, glancing in the direction of the gate house, not that he could see it through the woods.
"Might wait until the summer before I start. Been busy with the election that I just haven't had time to worry about rebuilding the gate house, and it's not like I've got strangers showing up at my door for a place to crash," he chuckled.
"I didn't just show up, George told me I could stay for as long as I needed to. Blame him," Wade laughed.
"And I thought we were friends and here you are tossing me under the bus, kinda harsh dude," George laughed.
"Shit happens," Wade shrugged. "Now we gonna eat steak and play poker or sit around and gossip all night. I can spill on all the ongoings, you do learn a lot when around drunks," Wade pointed out. He really didn't know how much he could recall, as he tried not to pay attention to what was going on at the Rammer Jammer when people started to drink letting the hours pass them by getting drunker.
"I am sure you've got some interesting ones. Especially when it comes to Meatball," Lavon laughed.
"Meatball is an alright dude, when you get to know him," Wade said, having spent many nights talking with the man when he kept getting turned down.
"He fits right in," Stanley said. "Now I could personally do either. I did see the Baker brother's getting into last week, anyone know what that was about?"
"Not a clue," George said shaking his head. "Let's play poker, I get enough town trouble at the law firm, and I am sure Wade gets plenty as he serves them nightly and Lavon hears his fair share as Mayor. And tomorrow your wife will tell you every last piece of gossip she gets told tonight," he pointed out, putting it all into perspective.
"That is true," Stanley laughed. "She can't ever keep any gossip to herself," he said.
"Rare meat and poker it is," Wade confirmed. "I hope everyone brought plenty of money," he smirked.
"Sorry I ruined your night," Zoe told him.
"No worries," Wade smiled, kissing her head. "I had fun, regardless," he assured her. "How does a lazy day sound?"
"Like pure perfection," Zoe confirmed with the best smile she could muster. "Though there is a good chance I will fall asleep on you," she warned him.
"Can't say I mind, babe."