Between the two of us, both Mary Margery's and I balance the drinks and snack's over to our table.
The loud atmosphere of the rabbit hole made it almost impossible to hear Mary Margaret talk.
"When I said we would go out for drinks I don't mean we should spend the evening getting drunk."
I look down at our tray.
3 shots of tequila each
A cosmopolitan for me
A gimlet for Mary Margaret
And to wash it all down a mimosa for Mary Margaret and a martini for me.
It was clear to see who had the bigger alcohol intake between the two of us.
I just never seem to suffer from a hangover, not like Mary Margaret who I all but had to drag back to her apartment at last years Christmas party.
We get back to our table with little trouble and place our drinks down.
"You do realise one of us has to be sober enough to drive back right?" Mary asks.
"I also think you You forget that you will most likely only take a sip of your mimosa and give the rest of your drinks to me, so really your drinks are my drinks."
I prove me point by leaving Mary her mimosa and sliding her shots and gimlet to my collection.
Mary just shakes her head fondly.
"Remind me again why I choose to go out for drinks with you."
I down all 6 shots of tequila before answering her.
The familiar buzz is starting to kick in and loosening my tongue.
"Because I'm awesome."
I grab my cosmopolitan and take a sip.
"It would seem your have an admirer." Mary Margaret gestures over my shoulder.
I turn around to where she was gesturing.
The young mans name was billy, he was the local mechanic.
We make eye contact and bully blushes, most likely from being caught staring.
I raise my glass in a cheers motion, he lifts his beer bottle.
I look him up and down not a bad looking gent and if it were any other night I would be happy to spend the evening with him, but I was here with Mary Margaret and as the saying goes, sisters before misters.
"He's cute." Mary remarks with siping her drink.
"Well I hear he's single if that's what you are after, would you like me to introduce you."I jest back.
"Oh no he's not my type." Mary expresses with a smile.
"Oh you have a type do you, anyone I'd know?" I gently prod her for answers.
For as long as I've known Mary Margaret I don't think I've even seen her go on a date or even have any type of relationship, I'm not even sure if she's ever been intimate with anyone.
"Charming."
I tilt me head, my face scrunched you in confusion.
"What?"
"I want someone who can brighten your day with just their smile alone, someone who will always make you feel like in the only woman in the world, someone who's compassionate but also can take the lead, someone who can make time stand still when you are together." Mary Margaret finishes with a wistfulness I've never seen before.
Wow, powerful.
"Heck if the teacher gig doesn't work out, you should consider going into writing."
Mary Margaret lightly shoves me.
"What about you?"
By now I've finished my cosmopolitanism have moved onto the gimlet.
"Me?"
"What would your dream man be like."
Let me think.
"Flawed."
Is the first thing that comes out of my mouth.
Mary Margaret is clearly flabbergasted but beckons me to continue.
"I don't want the Prince Charming type of man, that would only put pressure on me to also be perfect, and lets be honest I'm far from perfect. I'm one DUI away from being arrested, I'm a borderline alcoholic, god only Knows how I got a job as a teacher, considering I'm pretty sure I printed my diploma off the internet , not exactly the picture perfect, white collar suburban house wife. I want a guy that excepts me for who I am and wouldn't want me to change to fit his descriptions of the perfect housewife, someone who isn't perfect who has flaws."
I Chug back the gimlet, barely feeling the slight burn at the back of my throat.
I only have my martini left now, my head felt like it was being tossed around in a tumble dryer, my vision is becoming blurry Infact I don't even want to think about what would happen if I were to stand up.
Suddenly heels didn't seem like such a good idea.
But I paid for it, I'm not going to waste it.
"So Mary Margaret besides your dream man, who might I add you will never find in a unknown town like this who else has caught your eye."
I can practically see the clogs Turing in Mary Margaret's head.
I cross my arms on the table and rest my chin on them keeping my eyes on Mary Margaret.
"If I was to choose someone who had caught my eye, I would have to say Dr. Whale."
I lift my head up.
"Really?"
Mary Margaret nods.
Huh
I suppose Dr whale is okay looking, nothing really to brag about my okay looking enough.
Though he was a notorious ladies man, a polar opposite of the Prince Charming type Mary Margaret envisioned.
Regardless there's not a lot of choice if this town, most of the very few handsome men in storyBrooke were either in a relationship already or married.
The single one's are to young, well to young for me.
Sean being the only one closest in age and he was 20.
Now I'm only 26, but still that was a 6 year age gap I wasn't to comfortable with, sure if it was someone older than me, but not younger.
Besides Sean had is own issues right now, the main one involving the future mother of his child, 19 year old Ashley and a very controlling father.
Yeah I was not going to put myself into that situation.
"I think we better get going, it's already 11 and we both have exams to grade tomorrow."
Okay here come's the fun part.
Mary Margaret hops off her stool and comes round to my side, already knowing the drill by now.
With legs like a new born foal I stumble of my stool, my legs nearly giving out beneath me.
Mary Margaret catches me in time and sling my left arm over her shoulder and around her neck.
With my heels amd clutch in one hand and my other arm wrapped around Mary Margaret we stumble out the bar.
The cold evening air hits me like a ton of bricks, nausea bubbles in my throat.
Mary Margaret is ready for it.
She swiftly Manoeuvres me to a drain pipes, promptly removing my arm from around her neck and gathering my hair back just in time.
A familiar putrid stench on my vomit protects out my mouth and splats onto the concrete road.
"That's it get it out of your system." Mary larger soothes me, rubbing my exposed back and holding back my hair.
It's times like this Mary Margaret is a true god send.
I mean who else would hold their friends hair back as they projectile vomits into a drain pipe and not for the first time.
The dry heaves are the worst, but after what felt like a lifetime they finally pass.
Mary Margaret continues to rub my back.
"Is it all out."
"I think so."
"Alright let's get your back to my car so I can get you home."
One of the perks about Mary Margaret we both lived in the same building.
She once again brings my arm around her neck and we hobble the rest of the way to her car.
Once we reach the act she opens the back door and gesture's for me to die down in the back.
We both discovered through a very painful and gross experience, that if I'm sitting up while being driven home, I will end up getting a very bad vertigo, 9 times out of 10 I will throw up in the car.
I lay in the back seat, trying in vain not not o feel sorry for myself.
Ugh why do I do this to myself.
Oh my gosh I swear I'll never drink again after this-
Oh who the hell am I kidding, this time next week I'll forget this incident and most likely dancing around my apartment with my Long Island, belting out the tunes of the 80s.
I hide my face in the seat of Mary Margaret's car, trying in vain to block out the migraine inducing intense brightness of the street lamps.
Finally the moving comes to a holy and the engine of the car is shut off.
A door open and closes before the door closest to my head opens and the cold air rushes in.
A hand shakes my shoulder and Mary Margaret's voice wakes me out of my rest.
"Hallie, time to wake up we're back."
I grogerly open my eyes to come face to face with a smiling Mary Margaret in my vision.
"Come on give me your hand."
I place my hand in hers and between the two of us we get me out the car with little mess, I continue to hold my hells while searching though my clutch for my keys.
When I find them I give Mary Margaret one last hug before walking up to my apartment buildings door.
Mary behind me.
"Get some water in you, make sure you stay hydrated and I'll see you tomorrow."
I slightly lift my arm giving my confirmation I herd what she just said.
To exhausted to really do anything else.
After a few fumbles i open the door and walk in closing it behind me.
Now my next task.
Stairs.
My apartment was on the 5th floor so that meant I had to walk up 4 flights of stairs.
Unfortunately Mary's is on the second floor so she can only help me so far.
This should be fun.
Mercifully i dont puke or fall down so I count that has a win.
It takes a few try's but i finally opens my apartment door.
As luck would have it I left the heating on this morning so my apartment was a Cocoon of warmth.
I lock and bolt my door them throw my keys in the dish next to the door and my heels on The ground.
Taking Mary Margaret's advice I grab a water bottle out the fridge and walk to my bedroom.
I'm so tired I can't even be bother to change and just pass out on top of the sheets.
I'll deal with the rest in the morning.