Sorry for the lateness. I've got a million projects (group projects, which we all know suck) to do and my English teacher says she wants us to do TWO HUNDRED more vocab words before the end of the year. And I have to read Jane Eyre, which makes me want to self injure from boredom and hatred of the early...whenever's. But I have a bunch of stories written on paper so they just have to be typed up! Yay! Er, sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy!
DAML
"Oh, dear heavens above, please tell me you're not," Drew groaned, putting his head in his hands. The hot, smoky atmosphere had tinted his pale cheeks a slight red and dried his mouth with the bitter taste of liquor. The subwoofer sounding thunks in the background vibrated from the bar to his elbows to his chest, seeming to make his heart squirm in his chest with each new pulse. "Please, May. Please, don't tell me what I think you're going to tell me. I don't want to go through this again."
"'M drunk!" Declared May with a giggle. Then, with a happy hiccup, she ordered a shot of vodka, then leaned on him with a slow smile. "Drew-bee, I'm a little tipseeee. Too much booze at the partee and didn't eat enough…eeey." She laughed loudly at her own joke, tossing her head back in a drunk stupor and clutching the bar in front of her to keep from falling down.
Drew, meanwhile, attempted to tune her and the other drunk out. But, the other drunk is another story. What the real story was, was May downing shorts like they were paper/wax minicups filled with water and she was an elephant who had just passed through the dry season. They'd come down, sometime after six, to soothe May about yet another breakup. It hadn't taken long for both May and her galpal Misty to both be completely wasted, dancing on tables, and completely forgetting what they had come for in the first place. It was nearing midnight, and neither girl showed any sign of stopping.
"Drew…Drew…are you gay? 'Cuz I'm coooooool with you being gay, Drew-bee."
"Don't call me Drew-bee," He snapped.
"'Nother vod…vodk…booze." May stumbled through the words and grinned up at the bartender. "'Lo Bobby! Geh me the sam' booze I been drinkin' allllllll night! 'Cuz, even though I try and I try, I can'nuh say vodk…v…the…the one that starts with the vuh."
"Vodka," Robert the bartender smirked, holding up the bottle as she clapped, her hands sliding by each other once or twice.
"No more booze," Drew growled to the man, ignoring May's wide, injured eyes beside him. "You're drunk, May. You're drunker than drunk. You're going to fall off the barstool any second now. And, no, May, I'm not going to pick you up once you do."
"Yes you will! I know that, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deepdeep down…wait…what was I doing?" She asked, her brow wrinkling in confusion. "'Cuz all those deeps had to lead to something and you know what? Deep is an awfully dirty word."
"You, dear, were trying to convince me to catch you if you slip off your barstool," Drew sighed, watching her confused face as it began to go sideways. May, slowly but surely, was tipping sideways off her stool, headfirst for the ground. Whether on purpose or because she was truly that far from sober (both options were probable) she was about to crash, and Drew found he had no other choice but to grab her and prop her up the right way on the stool. "Keep your balance."
"See, Drew-bee? I knew you would catch me, silly goosey! You're a good guy! You'd never let me or anyone else fall and hit their head on the…floor thing." She giggled. "I forgot the word for floor! But, I loveles you! Yup, I loveles you lots! I lurve you more than anyone else in the whole wide world! But…But I do love something more than you. Do you know what it is?" She asked eagerly. Drew sighed, already expecting that the answer was obvious. "I. Love. Vod…Booze. I don't like beer to much. It's gross. Do you like beer? You never seem to drink it too much. You drink fruity kind of drinks. Misty drinks beer. I think she likes it a lot."
He sighed again and made sure May was righted on the stool. "Trust me, May, everyone is well aware that Misty loves beer. That, or she really loves 'Lady Marmalade'. Judging by the way she seems to regret it each morning, I think it's the beer." He fixed her crooked bandana, internally grinning at her confused, drunken face. "Why don't you do a karaoke song next? I'm sure everyone would absolutely love to hear you sing another duet with Misty. I know I sure would. You sing so beautifully." Which was, of course, a lie. But that did not mean that watching May and Misty sing together on stage lost any of its value. The two girls did not lose the right notes, but the lyrics were lost to giggles and a drunken slur.
"I don't feel like it," May moaned.
"How come?"
"'Cuz I think I feel like…like crap. I think I might even throw up. You know what would make it better?" She didn't let him answer, but instead squealed the word with hope. "Vodka! Let's get a shot of the good stuff, come on! A drinking game! I'm good at those!"
"Really?" He asked calmly, making sure everything was in its proper place. "Have you ever even played a drinking game before?"
"No, but I bet I'm good at it. Let's try it! Bartender, two bottles of vodka! That's right, I said bottles! Hey, twen'ny one bottles for a happy birthday to me!" She grinned and clapped her hand when the barman brought two shots over. "I dunno if it's even my birthday. How much, Bobby?"
The man grinned through the pulsing nightclub music (which had not too long ago switched from a pulsing rap song to the infamous "Lady Marmalade" Misty loved so much) and smoky atmosphere. "How about you undo another button on your shirt little lady? We'll call it even." He winked when May went to do so, and scowled when Drew stopped her and paid for the drinks himself.
"Nice try," Drew muttered to the man. "Her Dad'll kick your ass for that one. This princess had a gym leader for a father. Take advantage of some other drunken girl." He paused for a moment and added. "Keep your hands off Lady Marmalade too."
"She got a gym leader daddy too?" The man asked gruffly, obvious getting a little angry his fun was being spoiled. "You know, that story can only be real so many times. There aren't all that many gym leaders in the world. You might want to watch it before that mouth of yours gets you in trouble. I'm pretty sure I could punch your face in for lying, boy."
"You're assuming," Drew countered. "And when you assume you make an ass out of you and me. I never at any point said she had a gym leader daddy, but that's Ash Ketchum's red head. May can testify to that. Her dad's Norman, a normal type leader and they're all friends with Ash, aren't you May?"
But May had become fascinated with the discovery channel. "Go chicken! Go chicken! Go, go, go! She cheered at the penguins raced along Antarctic ice on their stomachs. "Let's take bets on which chicken wins! My money's on the one on the left, but could someone tell me why all the chickens are wearing tuxedos? That seems like a waste of tuxedos. They'll lay eggs all over them! Why the tuxedos?"
"Because they're penguins, May."
"Go, pengin! Go pengin! Go, go, go!" She began to cheer again, pumping her fists in the air with delight. Then she began, once more, to attempt to get people interested on betting money (and vod…booze) on the 'pengins'. That is, until the channel was changed to ESPN. "Hey! I was watching that!" She protested, pouting at Bob who had the remote in his hand.
"Sorry kiddo."
"That's fine. You didn't mean too." She leaned over to Drew and whispered in a foul smelling breath, "…But my pengin totally won."
He nodded. "Sure it did. How about we quit that vodka and go back to Ash's house. Once we're there we'll get you tucked in bed with a bucket and brace ourselves for tomorrows hangover. There's nothing better than waking up to your screaming moan."
"A hangover sounds like fun. It's like a sleepover but you hang, but it's actually horrible." She mused. "But I don't think I need to quit the vodka. I'm barely liquored up, Drew-bee. I bet I could probably drive back to the house just fine! Oh! Let's try it! I wanna fool Officier Jenny."
"No," Drew growled, grabbing her arm. "That's a huge no. People die because of what you just suggested. I've appointed myself designated driver. That's why I only had one daiquiri tonight, and it wasn't all that strong either. You, however, are not driving and we are going back to your apartment. No more liquor because you'll be regretting that in the morning. And, finally, yes, May, a hangover does sound fun but it's not. It's not fun at all and it's especially horrible after you had a 'sleepover'. You're going to hate this all tomorrow. Let's just hope daylight will come soon and I can get to work."
"It's already tomorrow," Bob pointed out helpfully as he wandered back over. "Sure I can't see your tits, sugar? I don't get much action if you know what I mean."
May grinned. "I've got absolutely no idea what you mean. Drew-bee told me I can't unbutton my blouse. I think it's okay, but Drew says I don't when I don't have any booze and Drew-bee always knows best so…sorry. I've got to keep everything buttoned." She shrugged and looked down her shirt, pulling it out so she could get a better look. "I guess you can't come out tonight, sorry!" She looked up at the green haired boy next to her. "Hey, Drew, some girls name their boobs, do you think I should name mine?"
"And now we're really don't for the night," Drew sighed, leading the staggering girl out of the bar. "Good night everyone! We'll see you tomorrow with May's killer hangover making a comeback!" The bar, not for the first time, waved goodbye to their backs.
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"I'm drunk," May explained to Drew once more. She giggled. "I'm really drunk. How about you? Naw, you're not. You never get tipsy. You're so lame! Why don't you ever have a beer? Just a few Coronas and you'll be on a beach watching some hot girl strip in a hammock."
"Why do that when, with just a few beers, I can be in a bar watching you stumble around and strip down to your underwear. By the way, I've been told that people absolutely love it when you rip off your shirt in public. It's so dramatic when you just rip it off like the Hulk. Some people get especially excited on the night when you forget your bra." He rolled his eyes.
"You love it when I forget my bra!" She shouted merrily. "I know you do, Drew-bee! I can tell! You just love seeing my boobs! I'm only stripping for you, no one else! I don't even care that you don't give tips! I just care that you want to see my boobs without any bra or anything! I can tell because I'm always looking at your face when I strip on the tables."
"When you're not making out with some random guy in the bar. You scarred poor Ash for life last week," He sighed. "You really should lay off the liquor. Your drunken antics are severely lowering your reputation and mine. I don't like lowered reputations. The press have a field day every time this happens."
"'M sorry," May said as sincerely as she could. "I don't know what comes over me. First it's one shot then two then seven then a whole bottle!" She threw her arms out wide and tossed her head back. This only cause her to stumbled and fall on her butt, which made another burst of laughter erupt. "I fell down!" She declared through her laughter, kicking her feet on the pavement.
He sighed again. "Reduce to helping a drunk walk home. Where had my reputation gone? If this keeps up no girl will want to date me. Congrats. You've ruined my every chance at happiness. I'm going to die cold and alone, like a cat lady except I'm a man."
"Aw, don't worry 'bout that, Drew-bee!" She grinned. "You've got a sexalicious bod! Any girl would be happy to bang you! Hell, I'd bang you! You're very, very, very, very, veeeeery hot! Hey, you know, we're going back to my apartment and I have a bed! We could do it in my bed! It would be awesome!" She beamed up at him, happy to lay on the sidewalk.
Drew kneeled down, look serious into her blue eyes and shook her head. "No. You're drunk. It doesn't work if one person is drunk. If we do that, then not only do I have to do the work, you might pass out, throw up, or something equally annoying while the sin is occurring. And, no, before you ask again, I'm not going back to the bar and getting drunk. Tell you what, after we finish tonight and you wake up tomorrow, sober and cursing my wretched name to hell, I'll see if you still want to go for it then."
Her face scrunched up as she tried to connect the dots. "It's because I'm drunk, isn't it?"
"Yes, that's what I just told you."
"I'm drunk," She confirmed, giggled.
Drew groaned and tugged her back up to her feet, then was forced to groan again as she toppled forward, a deadweight in his arms. "What have you been eating? Mew, you're heavy! Can you, damn it, May, would you cut that out! I already told you nothing's going on while you're drunk! Let it go!" He wanted to shove he off, but faced the problem most people call a conscience.
The 'that' Drew spoke of was May's hands driving under his shirt and feeling his back in clumsy unattractive motions. Her face pushed into his chest, but, at this point, Drew felt nothing. No exhilarating crush from his crush touching him like he had always dreamed of. There was just disgust and irritation at the childish antics May was pulling. So, he grabbed her shoulder, spun her around, and walked her the few feet back to the car, a dark blue convertible with the roof a fabric tarp of protection against car thieves.
Then they were driving. The radio was set to low, soft music with the volume just audible to May's ears. Yes, even after all this time Drew still had a foolish hope that this might help lull her to sleep, or at the very least shut her up. It didn't and she continued to rant as she always did. Usually, it was something inane and insulting about one of their friends.
This time it was Brock's absolutely unhealthy obsession with women and musing on whether or not he'd bang he even though she was drunk unlike the prick sitting next to her in the car. This led to a ten minute span of her poking his shoulder and saying 'prick', a bad pun she, for some unknown reason, found absolutely hilarious and would've gone on with much longer if he hadn't snapped.
"If you don't stop poking me I'm going to slap you, do you understand me?"
"You're funny."
"I'm not joking!"
"Not even a little bit?"
"No. Not in the least."
"Really? I'd figure a little bit-" She was cut off as he slammed the break and smiled when May's head hit the dashboard just hard enough to make her cry out in shock. "Hey! You did that on purpose! What'd you do that for? You're a prick!"
"Okay, May, are we going to keep poking Drew and have that happen again, or are we going to be quiet and listen to the music?"
"You have a pretty good voice. Can you sing?"
"I have the ability to sing. I do not have the ability to sing well. And, to be completely honest, I don't really want to either. I'm not exactly the musical type."
"That's because you don't drink enough," May explained. "It would work out a lot better if you loosened up and got drunk every once in a while. Did you know when you're stressed your body actually releases these freaky chemicals that go into your brain and eat it? Yeah, it's true. Your brain totally eats itself. You're going to die of it and when you die they'll chop you up and go, "Huh, what happened to this guy? Oh! I know! He was so stressed the chemicals ate his brain and he died. If only he had slept with someone like that nice girl May he hangs out with! And then no one will come to your funeral and I'll be crying 'oh, Drew, if only you had listened to me and had a beer you'd be alive right now and…Huh…" She blinked, her brain erasing itself. "I forgot what the point of this was supposed to be. Why was I ranting Drew."
"Because God likes to mock me."
She giggled. "That's soooooooooo funny! But really, what was I talking about?"
"I'm pretty sure alcohol, judging by your reaction, destroys my brain and liver a lot faster than the stress does, so perhaps we should move to a new topic of conversation. What are you in the mood for? I'd like to tell you to shut up, but you won't be quiet for me, will you?"
"I can be quiet! I'm a beast at the quiet game!" And she was quiet, to her credit. For about three minutes and twenty seconds he basked in the most beautiful silence he had ever experienced. Then, of course, the alcohol mind wiped her again and she spoke. "Drew-bee, do you love me? I wanna know the truth. I'm drunk, so I probably won't remember anyway. I won't laugh or anything. Please tell me, Drew-bee. I never remember anything when I'm this wasted so it doesn't even matter!"
"No, May."
"Please, Drew-bee! Don't be cruel!"
"We can talk about this when you're sober. You can write all this stuff down and tomorrow-"
"No!" She shouted. Her balled up fists slammed into the dashboard before the tears started welling up in her eyes. "Because I can't do it if I don't drink! I can't! I've tried but…but it's so hard without a drink! You never want to talk about it and you never bring it up! Even if I asked you to tonight and I di'nt have a single vah'ka! It's because you doh'nt want to and…and you can't do that to me! It's not fair, Drew-bee! You can't keep lying to me, even if I did go and get drunk."
"May, listen-"
"No! You listen!" She shrieked. "You're not listening! I'm trying so, so hard! This is the only…only damn way I can do it and you're not even listening to me! So…so why don't you freaking shut up and listen to me for once! Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I can't make any sense at all. I can make sense. If you listened…if you listened you would know that." Her voice dropped to a whisper as they pulled up to the house, the motor quietly purring in the almost empty streets. "I'm drunk."
"Yes," Drew agreed. Though his own ears couldn't hear it, May seemed to.
"But even when I…when I'm drunk," She gulped. "I still love you. I know it's hard to believe, especially since I'm not all that so…sob…so…you know. But I know that! I know I wanna kiss you and hold you and love you more than
anything else in the whole wide world besides vah'ka! I don't want to be without it and I don't want to be without you; because I love you. I don't want to be without it."
"You mean without me," Drew sighed.
"I thought we were talking about vah'ka." May blinked at him. "Hey! That man looks nice! He's handsome too. I'd bang him. Would you bang him?"
"I'm going to take you home with me," Drew sighed. "You can sleep on the pull out. The last thing we need is for you to wake up next to some freak show and pregnant with his baby. There are some genes I'd rather no risk passing on, if you know what I mean," And the car neared to life, every bit of horse power revving up. Yes, he showed off a little. It was a good car, he was allowed. Plus, the delighted expression on May's face as he raced away was priceless. "Cool, car, isn't it?"
"I wanna drive it," May insisted. She balked at Drew's angry glance. "Oh, not now! I don't wanna kill everyone! I mean once I'm sobered up. Maybe tomorrow morning I could drive back over to my house in your cool car?" She asked hopefully.
"Sure, you can drive tomorrow. Your head is going to ache so bad you're just going to try and sleep the whole drive over, just like always, but I'll let you if you're up for it." He chuckled and almost missed his turn. He made it sharply, too sharply, and May's head rapped hard against the window, causing her to cry out in pain once more. "Oops. Did that hurt? I'm sorry."
"Sure you are," She pouted. "You're a jerk head! I didn't even do anything this time and you made me hurt! I ought to poke you all the way to your house for being a prick. Hurting me for no good reason." She sighed. "Do you have voh'ka in your house?"
"No, May, I don't. You don't need anymore."
"Because I'm drunk?"
"That's right," Drew nodded. Then they were walking to the apartment and he was helping her out of the car. "How tipsy are you, May? Do you think you could walk all the way up to the room? You just have to make it down a hall and to the elevator. I don't know if I can drag you," He smirked. "You've gotten awfully fat. Maybe you should stop ordering what Ash eats."
"I wish you could drag me. I don't want to walk that far. My head's way too fuzzy. I think I might be able to make it if I hang on you." She giggled and grinned at him. "You could put your hands around my waist and I'll put mine around your shoulders and all around your neck. I won't have any problems at all going up those scary, scary stairs then, Drew-bee!"
"You just want me to hug you," He groaned, "Don't you? You're relentless, and not in the good way. Can't you be relentless in your effort to get sober?"
"I'd rather get you," She giggled, throwing her arms around him. She nuzzled into his chest with a happy sigh. "You're warm and cozy and I need to kiss you. You're too tall. Bring your lips down here so we can have a hot and heavy make out session. You know you want to."
"I should've left you there. You're going to rape me, I know it." Nevertheless, he slung her on her back, piggyback style. And though it was difficult, he did manage to keep her from kissing any spots of flesh she could reach. She was awfully set on kissing him, and attempts were made in the hall, the elevator, and through the hall again. After much fiddling and an incredible balancing act, Drew managed to pull out his keys and unlock his apartment. Then, feeling particularly brace that day, he put his keys back in his pocket. He tossed her into a chair and opened the pull out couch with a grunt. One handed, the couch was tugged and landed heavily on the floor.
The bed was already made in the hotel styles brown and white dressing. White, fluffy pillows sat peacefully at the top. Drew didn't even have to yank her from the couch as she ran forward and dived into the soft, loving bed. He rolled his eyes as she giggled and bounced around on the fluffy mattress. She kicked and played for a moment, rolling so much she looked like she would rolls off.
"Comfortable?" He chuckled.
"I'd be more comfortable if you were in here with me, Drew-bee," She informed him, smiling dreamily up at his green tresses.
"Now, come on. You've got two pillows, plenty of blankets, there's a trash can by you bed-" He gestured to the item so she would know where it was. "Do you need anything else, May-bee?" He teased, watching her look around his apartment as if she had never seen it before.
She took out her hair ties and shook her head, mostly to answer his question and then flopped back, beaming up at him with little giggles. Speech had long since escaped her as she felt black tugging at the edges of her vision. Definitely a blackout, any second now. Her eyes closed more than they opened, but the cheerful expression wavered. Her hand raise and urged him next to her.
"No, May. I can't. I have a job to get to. I've got people to talk to. It's Sunday, May. Tomorrow is Monday. I can't start off badly. If I sleep here I'm not going to hear my alarm clock and I'll be sleeping until way, way late since you're not waking up anytime early." But still, she beckoned him closer, and he sat on one side of the bed. His hand held hers. "I'll stay until you fall asleep tonight, okay? The second you're asleep I'm walking back to my bed. I can't stay with you all night. You'll be fine waking up alone. You have my 'nav number." He stopped and sighed. Her breathing was slow and even, a light snoring filling the empty room. "And you fell asleep as I was talking to you. Real polite, Mya. Can't you be considerate and not full asleep every time I try to make conversation. I can't be that boring." She continued to snore and he continued to sigh. "You don't care. You're drunk. You've passed out on my pull out bed and I should have my way with you for falling asleep. That's what you deserve falling asleep while I talk to you."
He blew his bang out of his face and watched her breathing, the rhythmic rise and fall was comforting in a way. Maybe it was jus the knowledge that her heart wouldn't stop while she slept. And the more his mind wrapped around the idea, that she would die while he was comfortable in his bed or a car or a contest or anything the guiltier he felt. And, eventually, on that soft bed, he lay down beside her and tugged her close. He flipped her on her side (so she would chode if she threw up and pulled her hair form her face with a long sigh.
"Goodnight, May. If you kill me in the morning I want you to know that you're going to hell for slaughtering an innocent person."
May cuddled closer in reply.
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May's eyes blinked open. Something was wrong. This wasn't her house, but she knew it from somewhere. It was definitely not a strangers house, that much she was sure of. It didn't have that hotel style look either. It was an apartment, no hers. Drew's? Yes, Drew's again. It couldn't have been anyone else's. Her mouth tasted like vomit and her head was throbbing.
"Sucks," She moaned, feeling the need to vomit again. She was too comfy to move, however, and swallowed a few times to help the moment pass. She couldn't help but wonder why she was so warm. Sure, Drew's bed was always comfortable but never this comfortable. She moaned again.
A soft voice tickled her ear an made her body go rigid. "We didn't do a thing last night, I promise you. I slept next to you but we didn't even kiss. You know how I am, May, I don't lie. Besides, there are plenty better looking girls out there for me to take advantage of."
"Why didn't you take me to your house?" She inquired.
"You wanted to sleep with a hobo. You thought he was sexalicious with a hot bod. I couldn't really let you, could I? Next time you get drunk I'll make sure you don't see any men. I'll put blinders on you, we'll make sure you walk straight ahead." He laughed at his joke, then pulled his arms away and tapped her shoulder. "I would never sleep with you while you were intoxicated because I love you."
May shout up like she was launched out of a rocket, then her hand flew to her temple and she fell back with a moan. "Oh, my head. Hangover. Big hangover. Drew, do you have any pills or toast or something to knock me out or something? I can't stand this."
"I'm making you some toast right now," Drew consoled. "I got up earlier this morning. It'll be ready in a second. Have fun eating it all black with cold water to wash it down. It's like you're in prison, but you're not some angry person's girlfriend."
"Mmm, but I think some of the effects are still lingering. You'll never believe what I thought I heard you say. I thought you said-"
"I love you?" Drew asked. "I did, May. I hope it's not too sudden. It's awfully sappy for me, but I felt like taking your advice for once. You always take mine so…I thought it might be nice to return the favor. You told me I never want to talk about what's going on and…you're right."
"I'm right?" May blinked.
"Yes, you are one hundred percent right in your drunken state. I should've told you forever ago because, even thought you went about a stupid day to do it, at least you were trying. I should've tried too. Being drunk…probably not the best, but whatever works for you."
She grinned, "Really? So, you're not just screwing with me?"
"Regardless of the fact that you wanted me to last night, no, I haven't screwed with you, mentally or physically. Now, if you wouldn't mind, can I kiss you?" He asked, sitting up with an almost shy grin of his own. "You made it hard not to think about last night."
She snorted. "I think you just blew it. Drew would never ask to kiss me, not in a million years. He'd just do it. So, who are you? Invasion of the Body Snatchers? Mind control? Or maybe you're just high right now. You know, if you had drugs you should've shared."
"Nope," He joked cheerfully. "I'm drunk."
And kissed her.
