Authors Note: This chapter is still in Tristan's POV, but the next chapter is definitely going to be in Rory's POV...I have this whole fic pretty much finished in my head, I just haven't written it yet...oh well, it'll get done somehow, not that you care, but okay, onto the story... to see rating and all that crap, go to chapter 1 (duh) I dunno, this chapter is not as long as the first one, nor as good, In my opinion anyway, but tell me what you think, good or bad...tell me if you like the direction it's headed in...I like feedback
Chapter 2:
After I had checked in with the guys, and changed into nicer clothes, I went to go wait for Rory. True to her word, she not only took an hour, she was fifteen minutes late. I shivered in the early evening cold. I saw Rory walking towards me, and it suddenly struck me how bizarre this whole situation was, me and Rory going out to dinner like old buddies. I was determined not to do or say anything that would drive her away.
"Hey, you clean up nice." I commented. She did look pretty good, in a red scoop neck top paired with black pants.
"Yeah, you're not so gross looking yourself." She winked at me, and I grinned. It was nice, seeing her smile, not scowl or grimace. "So where are we off to, Special Ed?"
"Well, I was thinking that cozy little French cafe we passed on the way to Starbucks, but if you're going to make fun of me, then I'm sure we can find you a nice trash can somewhere. Leftovers are very in this year."
"Oh, you're hilarious...lets go, you Godly man...does that suit you?", she said sarcastically, grabbing onto my arm.
"That's more like it, onward we go!" We laughed, and headed onward.
"Tristan, there's a problem with this `cozy little cafe'. The menu is in French, and I don't see anything in here that resembles `cheeseburger'....oh, I do recognize escargot, but I forgot what it is. Is it a cheeseburger?" Rory glanced at me, perplexed.
I was about to tell her it was snails, but then I decided to see what would happen if I didn't.
"Yes Rory, it means cheeseburger. Really, and you called me `Special Ed' Humph!" I acted like she was completely ignorant, and she fell for it. The waiter came to our table.
"Bonjour again monsieur and mademoiselle, are you guys ready to order, droite?" He stood with the pad and pencil in his hand, expectantly.
"Yes, I'll the escargot, please." Rory handed the waiter her menu, and he raised his eyebrow, then shrugged, " And you, monsieur?"
"Yes, I'll have the potage, s'il vous plaît" He nodded, then briskly walked away to the kitchen.
"Tristan?" I looked up at her, "What's a potage?"
"It's soup." I explained to her. I hadn't taken French, but I knew the basics from years of going to Paris.
"Potage, huh. That's cool, I'm going to walk around saying that. Yes, Potage. Maybe I'll name my child that. Potage, come here now!" She looked like she was going to go off into another rant, so I cut her off.
"Already thinking of our children, that's a little soon don't you think? Maybe we could get married first, but if you really don't want to wait to have your own Potage, we could get started, right here, right now." I smirked suggestively at her and leaned closer.
"Eww....Tristan! I could never have a Potage with you, at least not right now...maybe after we're done eating, before dessert." I was shocked when she said that, she had actually responded to one of my sexual innuendoes, which was a first for her. And she hadn't even blushed.
"And now I've actually shocked the usually cool, calm and collected Mr. DuGrey...this is a day of many firsts!" Rory announced in a exaggerated voice. ," If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen!"
"And while we're on food related topics, here comes our meal now." I said with a devilish grin. I wasn't going to make Rory eat snails, I would be willing to make a trade so she could have my soup. Rory's eyes lit up in anticipation, then they dwindled down into disgust as the waiter put her plate down on the table.
"Excuse me, I think you messed up my order, I ordered the cheeseburger, this looks like, oh-my-God, is this snails? Where is my cheeseburger?" Rory looked at the waiter, terrified, and he looked huffy.
"No mademoiselle, you ordered escargot, which is snails in French." He explained haughtily. I snorted, and I was suddenly convulsed with laughter. She switched her gaze back on me, and the light bulb came on.
"Oh, okay thanks." Rory said to the waiter, and he left. "Tristan! You are evil! You told me that was the cheeseburger...why would you do that?!" Rory was turning red from anger, and I stopped laughing.
"Rory, come on, it was a joke. You can have my soup if you want." I looked at her pleadingly, but she just glared.
"No thank you, you miserable sadistic little man, I'm very content with my," she wrinkled her nose, " snails." I could tell Rory was hurt, even if I was only joking, and her pride got in the way of accepting my soup.
"Okay, whatever you say." I dug into my soup, and she looked at the snails, and picked up her fork. She daintily put the tiniest snail on the plate onto her fork and started to bring it to her mouth and just as it came close...
"Tristan! I can't eat this, it's just too gross!! I want a cheeseburger." Rory whined, like a little girl, "And since it's all your fault in the first place, you should go get me one!"
"Okay, let me get the check...Waiter!" I called out, he looked slightly irritated, and said,
"Yes, monsieur?"
"Could you please bring us the check?" I said this carefully, the waiter looked like he was struggling to be nice.
"Of course sir, do you want to get a box for your food?"
"No thanks, just the check." The waiter nodded, and placed the check near me.
"I still can't believe you did that...that was really low, Tristan!" Rory grumbled as we walked into a McDonalds.
"What can I say? I'm a lowlife!" I shrugged carelessly as I got in line.
"You're right about that, and you're a no good for nothing bastardly scoundrel too!" She started her favorite pastime, Tristan bashing, and I stood there, waiting for it to be over.
After about ten minutes or so, there was a lull in the bashing, so I took this opportunity to ask, "Has the Tristan bashing come to a full stop, or will there be more to come?"
She glowered at me for a moment, then said reluctantly, " It's over...for now." She said the last part menacingly, and I couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic her attempts to look tough were. She just glared some more, but before she could say anything, it was time for us to order.
"So what'll it be, kid?" The gum chewing, middle-aged worker said in a nasal New York accent. I glanced over at Rory to see what her reaction was to the lady, and she giggled.
"Oh, okay, I'll have the Chicken Nuggets Happy meal, and a cheeseburger Happy Meal?" I looked at Rory for approval, and she nodded, "Yeah a cheeseburger Happy Meal."
"Okay, that'll be four twenty eight." The employee snapped her gum once more, and I handed her a five. She gave me back our change, and then handed us our meals.
"Well that was scary." I said to Rory, shuddering. She snickered.
"God, I know...it's scary to think of our cultured French waiter and then...that." Rory expressed, " And it's actually slightly funny to think about it. It's like you and me. You being the rich cultured waiter, and then me being the gum-chewing employee."
"Oh yeah, you look just like that worker Ror." I said laughingly, and she turned to me.
"Like yeah, so what'll it be kiddies?" Rory mimicked the worker the best she could, which, was actually pretty good. She snapped an imaginary piece of gum, and I laughed, an all out, belly-aching laugh. It wasn't even that funny, but I hadn't laughed in a while, so I let it all out.
"Geez, I didn't think my impression was THAT bad." Rory said crookedly. She was just sitting there, unnerved as I laughed and laughed.
"It's horrible." I managed to choke out between laughs. I eventually quieted down, and she waited patiently before I talked again.
"Sorry, I haven't laughed like that since, a long time.... maybe in years" Rory nodded, understanding. "It felt so good, I am never around people who can make me laugh like that."
"I laugh like that all the time. My mom is a crack up. You should meet her sometime, hey maybe you could come over to our hotel tomorrow and hang out with us, and we can torture you endlessly about everything!" She sounded so excited, I couldn't help but say yes.
"We were planning on relaxing tomorrow, since it's our last official day here, so we were gonna rent movies, go in the pool, ya know that sort of thing. Pretty boring, but you sound like you could use a nice break like that too, if you never laugh." Rory was rambling again, but I liked it, it was a nice familiarity that I was getting used to.
She talked all the way through the meal and we got into discussions about everything, from books to our favorite color.
"No way! Yellow is so much better than blue!" Rory argued, outraged, " For one thing, blue is so overused, EVERYBODY likes blue. And yellow represents happiness and sunshine. What does blue represent? Gloominess and sorrow."
"But there are different aspects of blue!" I reasoned, "There's sky blue, ocean blue, cornflower, thousands!"
"Whatever, I know that I'm right and YOU'RE wrong!" Rory said childishly, pouting, while I sulked like a five year old. We stayed like this for a minute, then burst out laughing.
"You looked so stupid, with your lower lip out like this!" I demonstrated for her, jutting it way out.
"Oh, and you looked so cool, sulking like a child who didn't get a cookie?" She countered.
"Yeah, yeah." We got up, and walked out into the breezy night air. We stood uncertain for a second, and she cleared her throat.
"Well, I guess I better head back to the hotel, it's been fun tonight, Tristan." She said softly, gazing at me, " Here's the address of the hotel I'm staying at." She got out her fluffy pink pen and tore off a piece of paper from a notepad.
"Here." She handed the paper to me, " You should come around twelve-ish...yeah we should be up by then." I took the paper.
"Yeah okay then, bye Rory", I went to go for a hug, but she shrank back, so I touched her shoulder instead, " See you tomorrow. " She waved, then started walking away.
I stared at her retreating back, and shook my head. Man, why were things so complicated? It's going to be very hard, being just friends with her. Especially when all I could think about was kissing her senseless.
I headed back to the hotel that the guys and I were staying at, and headed for our joint rooms. I opened the door, and there was Robert and Chris, pigging out on Room Service. I also noticed wearily that there were quite a few empty bottles of Corona beer laying around. Oh man, Chris was NOT a good drunk.
"Dude, I thought you guys were going out." I said to them, in disbelief. They were always ready for a party.
"Nah, we thought about it, but then we decided that there's no good place anyway, so we watched porn instead!" Chris said happily.
I nodded in wonderment, then shrugged, and sat down by them.
"So anyway, how'd it go with you and dream girl, man she was shoooo pretty?" Chris said, slurring his s'. He knew part of the story, I had been telling him before I left for dinner. When he was sober.
I sighed dramatically in response.
"She's so frustrating! It's like she's oblivious to the feelings I have for her! It's nice that I got to be near her for the day, but if we're just gonna be friends, it's not worth it! Oh why am I complaining to you, it's not like you can actually listen to me!"
"No, but we can hand you a beeeer. Pretty beer, heehee." Chris told me as good as he could.
"How many have you had? And where's John?" I asked Chris and Robert.
Chris shrugged. "I lost count at five, duuude. And John's in the other room, writing a letter to his girlfriend." He said this last part with disgust, as if it was shameful that John wasn't in here with us, downing the beers.
"I walked into the other room, where John was. He was at the desk, writing furiously.
"Dude, John, how many pages is that letter so far?" I asked him, knowing John's writing habits.
"Um, I think this is page five." He mumbled.
"Man, you're pathetic." He looked up at me and said seriously,
"I know." I shook my head, and went back into the other room.
"So, Tristan, you wanna beer? We got alotta more beer..." Robert slurred out, talking for the first time since I entered. He had a moronic smile on his face, and seemed off in La La land. But I figured, what the hell. I could use something to forget about Rory and her friendliness for a couple hours.
"Sure, toss me one...no wait, don't: you might kill someone, I'll get it myself." I walked over to the mini fridge and opened up the bottle and brought the chilled bottle to my lips...
A little while later.....
"Yeah, so then when I went to go , and when I tried to...wait..." I half stumbled, half walked over to the fridge, grabbing the last beer.
"I tried to give her a hug, ya know, a friendly ones? And she went backwards, woah, like I'm gonna now...wheee!" I tumbled over backwards on the bed, laughing. Chris and Robert were also laughing, and they wouldn't stop. "Yeah so anywaysss, she wouldn't even give me a hug...how mean is that?" I sniffled.
"Yeah man, you needssss another beeeeer." Chris cackled, still laughing. He practically crawled to the fridge, and struggled with the door handle, and gasped in exaggerated dismay when he saw what was in there.
"We'resss outs of beeerrr.......NOOOOO!" Chris cried out mournfully.
"That'ssss okay, we'll just go and getsss more....I saw a convenience store near here." I stood up wobbly and stumbled for my coat.
" Come on man, we'ress gonna get more of that....stuff." Chris said to Robert, but Robert just sat there, in a daze.
"Whatever man." Chris shrugged, or tried to, as he stood up. We headed out the door and on our way to the store.
Once inside the store, we headed straight for the beer section in the back, and picked up one six-pack each. We tried to act as sober as we could, but we didn't do a very good job in front of the worker there. He eyed us suspiciously.
"Can I see some form of ID?" he asked us politely, but I could tell he was pretty disgusted with the way we looked: disheveled.
"Yeah man, here." I said, slightly in coherently, as I fished around in my pocket for my fake ID. I came up instead with Rory's hotel address.
"Man, look!" I showed the address excitedly to Chris. He read what was on it, or tried to and glanced at me weirdly.
"What's so good about an address? He asked me bluntly.
"Chrisss, thisss is Rory's address to her hotel!" I said, slowly, so he could understand me. He nodded in understanding, and said to me,
"Well, what are we waiting for? Lets go!"
So off we went, the beers forgotten, only Rory on my mind.
Authors Note(continued from top. Sort of): Sorry if I didn't capture the way drunk people act, seeing as though I've never been drunk, I couldn't really write about. Yep that's me, lil straight laced Christian Girl...::rolls eyes::
Chapter 2:
After I had checked in with the guys, and changed into nicer clothes, I went to go wait for Rory. True to her word, she not only took an hour, she was fifteen minutes late. I shivered in the early evening cold. I saw Rory walking towards me, and it suddenly struck me how bizarre this whole situation was, me and Rory going out to dinner like old buddies. I was determined not to do or say anything that would drive her away.
"Hey, you clean up nice." I commented. She did look pretty good, in a red scoop neck top paired with black pants.
"Yeah, you're not so gross looking yourself." She winked at me, and I grinned. It was nice, seeing her smile, not scowl or grimace. "So where are we off to, Special Ed?"
"Well, I was thinking that cozy little French cafe we passed on the way to Starbucks, but if you're going to make fun of me, then I'm sure we can find you a nice trash can somewhere. Leftovers are very in this year."
"Oh, you're hilarious...lets go, you Godly man...does that suit you?", she said sarcastically, grabbing onto my arm.
"That's more like it, onward we go!" We laughed, and headed onward.
"Tristan, there's a problem with this `cozy little cafe'. The menu is in French, and I don't see anything in here that resembles `cheeseburger'....oh, I do recognize escargot, but I forgot what it is. Is it a cheeseburger?" Rory glanced at me, perplexed.
I was about to tell her it was snails, but then I decided to see what would happen if I didn't.
"Yes Rory, it means cheeseburger. Really, and you called me `Special Ed' Humph!" I acted like she was completely ignorant, and she fell for it. The waiter came to our table.
"Bonjour again monsieur and mademoiselle, are you guys ready to order, droite?" He stood with the pad and pencil in his hand, expectantly.
"Yes, I'll the escargot, please." Rory handed the waiter her menu, and he raised his eyebrow, then shrugged, " And you, monsieur?"
"Yes, I'll have the potage, s'il vous plaît" He nodded, then briskly walked away to the kitchen.
"Tristan?" I looked up at her, "What's a potage?"
"It's soup." I explained to her. I hadn't taken French, but I knew the basics from years of going to Paris.
"Potage, huh. That's cool, I'm going to walk around saying that. Yes, Potage. Maybe I'll name my child that. Potage, come here now!" She looked like she was going to go off into another rant, so I cut her off.
"Already thinking of our children, that's a little soon don't you think? Maybe we could get married first, but if you really don't want to wait to have your own Potage, we could get started, right here, right now." I smirked suggestively at her and leaned closer.
"Eww....Tristan! I could never have a Potage with you, at least not right now...maybe after we're done eating, before dessert." I was shocked when she said that, she had actually responded to one of my sexual innuendoes, which was a first for her. And she hadn't even blushed.
"And now I've actually shocked the usually cool, calm and collected Mr. DuGrey...this is a day of many firsts!" Rory announced in a exaggerated voice. ," If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen!"
"And while we're on food related topics, here comes our meal now." I said with a devilish grin. I wasn't going to make Rory eat snails, I would be willing to make a trade so she could have my soup. Rory's eyes lit up in anticipation, then they dwindled down into disgust as the waiter put her plate down on the table.
"Excuse me, I think you messed up my order, I ordered the cheeseburger, this looks like, oh-my-God, is this snails? Where is my cheeseburger?" Rory looked at the waiter, terrified, and he looked huffy.
"No mademoiselle, you ordered escargot, which is snails in French." He explained haughtily. I snorted, and I was suddenly convulsed with laughter. She switched her gaze back on me, and the light bulb came on.
"Oh, okay thanks." Rory said to the waiter, and he left. "Tristan! You are evil! You told me that was the cheeseburger...why would you do that?!" Rory was turning red from anger, and I stopped laughing.
"Rory, come on, it was a joke. You can have my soup if you want." I looked at her pleadingly, but she just glared.
"No thank you, you miserable sadistic little man, I'm very content with my," she wrinkled her nose, " snails." I could tell Rory was hurt, even if I was only joking, and her pride got in the way of accepting my soup.
"Okay, whatever you say." I dug into my soup, and she looked at the snails, and picked up her fork. She daintily put the tiniest snail on the plate onto her fork and started to bring it to her mouth and just as it came close...
"Tristan! I can't eat this, it's just too gross!! I want a cheeseburger." Rory whined, like a little girl, "And since it's all your fault in the first place, you should go get me one!"
"Okay, let me get the check...Waiter!" I called out, he looked slightly irritated, and said,
"Yes, monsieur?"
"Could you please bring us the check?" I said this carefully, the waiter looked like he was struggling to be nice.
"Of course sir, do you want to get a box for your food?"
"No thanks, just the check." The waiter nodded, and placed the check near me.
"I still can't believe you did that...that was really low, Tristan!" Rory grumbled as we walked into a McDonalds.
"What can I say? I'm a lowlife!" I shrugged carelessly as I got in line.
"You're right about that, and you're a no good for nothing bastardly scoundrel too!" She started her favorite pastime, Tristan bashing, and I stood there, waiting for it to be over.
After about ten minutes or so, there was a lull in the bashing, so I took this opportunity to ask, "Has the Tristan bashing come to a full stop, or will there be more to come?"
She glowered at me for a moment, then said reluctantly, " It's over...for now." She said the last part menacingly, and I couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic her attempts to look tough were. She just glared some more, but before she could say anything, it was time for us to order.
"So what'll it be, kid?" The gum chewing, middle-aged worker said in a nasal New York accent. I glanced over at Rory to see what her reaction was to the lady, and she giggled.
"Oh, okay, I'll have the Chicken Nuggets Happy meal, and a cheeseburger Happy Meal?" I looked at Rory for approval, and she nodded, "Yeah a cheeseburger Happy Meal."
"Okay, that'll be four twenty eight." The employee snapped her gum once more, and I handed her a five. She gave me back our change, and then handed us our meals.
"Well that was scary." I said to Rory, shuddering. She snickered.
"God, I know...it's scary to think of our cultured French waiter and then...that." Rory expressed, " And it's actually slightly funny to think about it. It's like you and me. You being the rich cultured waiter, and then me being the gum-chewing employee."
"Oh yeah, you look just like that worker Ror." I said laughingly, and she turned to me.
"Like yeah, so what'll it be kiddies?" Rory mimicked the worker the best she could, which, was actually pretty good. She snapped an imaginary piece of gum, and I laughed, an all out, belly-aching laugh. It wasn't even that funny, but I hadn't laughed in a while, so I let it all out.
"Geez, I didn't think my impression was THAT bad." Rory said crookedly. She was just sitting there, unnerved as I laughed and laughed.
"It's horrible." I managed to choke out between laughs. I eventually quieted down, and she waited patiently before I talked again.
"Sorry, I haven't laughed like that since, a long time.... maybe in years" Rory nodded, understanding. "It felt so good, I am never around people who can make me laugh like that."
"I laugh like that all the time. My mom is a crack up. You should meet her sometime, hey maybe you could come over to our hotel tomorrow and hang out with us, and we can torture you endlessly about everything!" She sounded so excited, I couldn't help but say yes.
"We were planning on relaxing tomorrow, since it's our last official day here, so we were gonna rent movies, go in the pool, ya know that sort of thing. Pretty boring, but you sound like you could use a nice break like that too, if you never laugh." Rory was rambling again, but I liked it, it was a nice familiarity that I was getting used to.
She talked all the way through the meal and we got into discussions about everything, from books to our favorite color.
"No way! Yellow is so much better than blue!" Rory argued, outraged, " For one thing, blue is so overused, EVERYBODY likes blue. And yellow represents happiness and sunshine. What does blue represent? Gloominess and sorrow."
"But there are different aspects of blue!" I reasoned, "There's sky blue, ocean blue, cornflower, thousands!"
"Whatever, I know that I'm right and YOU'RE wrong!" Rory said childishly, pouting, while I sulked like a five year old. We stayed like this for a minute, then burst out laughing.
"You looked so stupid, with your lower lip out like this!" I demonstrated for her, jutting it way out.
"Oh, and you looked so cool, sulking like a child who didn't get a cookie?" She countered.
"Yeah, yeah." We got up, and walked out into the breezy night air. We stood uncertain for a second, and she cleared her throat.
"Well, I guess I better head back to the hotel, it's been fun tonight, Tristan." She said softly, gazing at me, " Here's the address of the hotel I'm staying at." She got out her fluffy pink pen and tore off a piece of paper from a notepad.
"Here." She handed the paper to me, " You should come around twelve-ish...yeah we should be up by then." I took the paper.
"Yeah okay then, bye Rory", I went to go for a hug, but she shrank back, so I touched her shoulder instead, " See you tomorrow. " She waved, then started walking away.
I stared at her retreating back, and shook my head. Man, why were things so complicated? It's going to be very hard, being just friends with her. Especially when all I could think about was kissing her senseless.
I headed back to the hotel that the guys and I were staying at, and headed for our joint rooms. I opened the door, and there was Robert and Chris, pigging out on Room Service. I also noticed wearily that there were quite a few empty bottles of Corona beer laying around. Oh man, Chris was NOT a good drunk.
"Dude, I thought you guys were going out." I said to them, in disbelief. They were always ready for a party.
"Nah, we thought about it, but then we decided that there's no good place anyway, so we watched porn instead!" Chris said happily.
I nodded in wonderment, then shrugged, and sat down by them.
"So anyway, how'd it go with you and dream girl, man she was shoooo pretty?" Chris said, slurring his s'. He knew part of the story, I had been telling him before I left for dinner. When he was sober.
I sighed dramatically in response.
"She's so frustrating! It's like she's oblivious to the feelings I have for her! It's nice that I got to be near her for the day, but if we're just gonna be friends, it's not worth it! Oh why am I complaining to you, it's not like you can actually listen to me!"
"No, but we can hand you a beeeer. Pretty beer, heehee." Chris told me as good as he could.
"How many have you had? And where's John?" I asked Chris and Robert.
Chris shrugged. "I lost count at five, duuude. And John's in the other room, writing a letter to his girlfriend." He said this last part with disgust, as if it was shameful that John wasn't in here with us, downing the beers.
"I walked into the other room, where John was. He was at the desk, writing furiously.
"Dude, John, how many pages is that letter so far?" I asked him, knowing John's writing habits.
"Um, I think this is page five." He mumbled.
"Man, you're pathetic." He looked up at me and said seriously,
"I know." I shook my head, and went back into the other room.
"So, Tristan, you wanna beer? We got alotta more beer..." Robert slurred out, talking for the first time since I entered. He had a moronic smile on his face, and seemed off in La La land. But I figured, what the hell. I could use something to forget about Rory and her friendliness for a couple hours.
"Sure, toss me one...no wait, don't: you might kill someone, I'll get it myself." I walked over to the mini fridge and opened up the bottle and brought the chilled bottle to my lips...
A little while later.....
"Yeah, so then when I went to go , and when I tried to...wait..." I half stumbled, half walked over to the fridge, grabbing the last beer.
"I tried to give her a hug, ya know, a friendly ones? And she went backwards, woah, like I'm gonna now...wheee!" I tumbled over backwards on the bed, laughing. Chris and Robert were also laughing, and they wouldn't stop. "Yeah so anywaysss, she wouldn't even give me a hug...how mean is that?" I sniffled.
"Yeah man, you needssss another beeeeer." Chris cackled, still laughing. He practically crawled to the fridge, and struggled with the door handle, and gasped in exaggerated dismay when he saw what was in there.
"We'resss outs of beeerrr.......NOOOOO!" Chris cried out mournfully.
"That'ssss okay, we'll just go and getsss more....I saw a convenience store near here." I stood up wobbly and stumbled for my coat.
" Come on man, we'ress gonna get more of that....stuff." Chris said to Robert, but Robert just sat there, in a daze.
"Whatever man." Chris shrugged, or tried to, as he stood up. We headed out the door and on our way to the store.
Once inside the store, we headed straight for the beer section in the back, and picked up one six-pack each. We tried to act as sober as we could, but we didn't do a very good job in front of the worker there. He eyed us suspiciously.
"Can I see some form of ID?" he asked us politely, but I could tell he was pretty disgusted with the way we looked: disheveled.
"Yeah man, here." I said, slightly in coherently, as I fished around in my pocket for my fake ID. I came up instead with Rory's hotel address.
"Man, look!" I showed the address excitedly to Chris. He read what was on it, or tried to and glanced at me weirdly.
"What's so good about an address? He asked me bluntly.
"Chrisss, thisss is Rory's address to her hotel!" I said, slowly, so he could understand me. He nodded in understanding, and said to me,
"Well, what are we waiting for? Lets go!"
So off we went, the beers forgotten, only Rory on my mind.
Authors Note(continued from top. Sort of): Sorry if I didn't capture the way drunk people act, seeing as though I've never been drunk, I couldn't really write about. Yep that's me, lil straight laced Christian Girl...::rolls eyes::