Disclaimer: Look at chapter one.
Chapter 2
Susan stood outside the bar, debating with herself whether or not to go in. After a few minutes of pacing, she sighed and entered the dark room, glancing around to see if -he- would be there. He wasn't. Susan's shoulders slumped, the fact that he wasn't there discouraging her more than she would have thought.
"A scotch on ice, please," she mumbled when she had sat down at the bar. She buried her face into her hands and sighed. Another day she had spent frustrated with everything. She had met a guy she liked and that seemed nice, but had rebuffed his advances.
She took a large gulp of her drink when the bartender placed it front of her and made a disgusted face as the liquor warmed up her whole body. She swallowed another gulp and decided that getting drunk didn't seem like such a bad idea at that point.
One hour and a couple of more drinks later her mood hadn't changed, but now she felt sick as well. Her stomach twisted and turned, threatening to release its contents any second. She took a deep breath and tried to pull herself together as a hand on her shoulder startled her out of her concentration.
"I guess you've been waiting," Ryan said softly, flashing her a smile until he realised she was drunk.
"Well, maybe, but not for you," Susan replied grumpily, smacking his hand off of her shoulder as he sat down next to her.
Ryan scrunched up his nose, wondering if he was the reason for her bad mood. "Let me guess, you had a bad day?" he asked carefully, already preparing himself for her comeback.
"Yeah," she mumbled, shrugging her shoulders as she went to pick up her drink, but Ryan stopped her.
"Don't you think you've had enough already?" he asked as he took the drink out of her hand and put it down in front of her.
She wanted to yell at him, tell him he had no right to keep her from drinking, but she knew he was right. "I wanna go home and crawl into bed," she mumbled, burying her face into her hands, her head starting to spin slightly.
Ryan got up and offered her a hand, flashing her a soft smile as he took her coat. "Come on, I'll give you a ride," he said softly, helping her off of the stool when she nodded. She got into her coat with a little bit of trouble, not noticing that Ryan had paid for her drinks.
"So, where do you live?" Ryan asked as he led her out of the bar and to his car, opening up the door for her.
"Somewhere around here," Susan answered quietly, her voice barely audible.
He waited until she was seated and went over to his own side, doing up his seatbelt as well. He started the car and drove off. By the time he was about to ask her where she lived again, he realised she was fast asleep on his passenger seat. He sighed and decided to bring her to his place for the night, not having the energy to wake her up and let her tell him where she lived.
Stopping at his apartment building, Ryan parked the car and got out and over to Susan's side. He opened the door and smiled at her sleeping form before he gently tapped her on the shoulder.
"Susan," he tried it, nudging her a little, but she just groaned. "Come on, you have to help me a little here," he said with a sigh as he took her hand and helped a still half sleeping Susan out of the car.
He locked the doors and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, letting her lean against him for support as they walked up the stairs. He let them into the building and helped her all the way up to his apartment. They got in and he kicked the door close with his foot, dropping his keys off on a counter.
"Are you alright?" he asked when he heard her mumbling some incoherent stuff, looking up at her face. "Shit," he murmured, freeing them off their coats and leading her to the bathroom immediately, where she made it to the toilet just in time to throw up.
Ryan grabbed a washcloth and drenched it in cold water, putting it gently onto her forehead as he brushed her hair out of the way. He kneeled down next to her and waited until he thought she was okay to get back up. Helping her back up onto her feet.
She flashed him a faint, but grateful smile as he handed her an unused toothbrush he had saved for guests. She rinsed out her mouth and brushed her teeth several times when he had left the bathroom, making sure she was alright on her own.
Ryan waited outside the bathroom and paced a little, knowing she wouldn't like the idea of sleeping at his place when she'd wake up in the morning, but there was no way he was bringing her home in the state she was in.
"Thank you," came a quiet whisper behind him, making him turn around. "Why are you doing this?" Susan asked softly as she walked over to the couch slowly, careful not to fall over.
He shrugged and pulled a blanket out of a closet, walking over to put it on the armrest of the couch.
"I'm tired," she mumbled, lying down without another thought and stretching out on the couch. In a matter of seconds, Susan slept soundly.
Ryan picked up the blanket and gently laid it over her, watching her for a few minutes before he decided to go to bed as well. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled into his bed, falling asleep rather quickly.
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Susan woke up in the middle of the night, still not quite knowing where she was. She got up and trotted into the bedroom. She crawled onto the bed and plopped down, falling back to sleep quickly without waking up Ryan.
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Feeling an arm on his chest, Ryan woke up in the morning, his eyes widening immediately when he opened them. Susan was lying half on top of him, her leg over his and her head on his shoulder. He hadn't even noticed her crawling into his bed, nor did he have a clue that she must have snuggled into him while sleeping.
He tried to shift out from under her, hoping she wouldn't wake up just as she stirred. She opened her eyes and screeched in shock, almost falling out of bed when she pulled away from him.
"How the hell did I get here?!" she exclaimed, immediately regretting that she had raised her voice as her head throbbed in pain.
"How the hell would I know? You were asleep on the couch when I got to bed!" Ryan said, careful not to get too loud since she knew what kind of a headache she must've had.
"And why am I at your place?" she asked, glancing around the bedroom as she rubbed her temples gently.
"Because you were drunk out of your mind and I didn't want to leave you at the bar. There was no way to get your address out of you either," Ryan told her with a sigh as he got up and quickly pulled on a t-shirt.
"Oh my God," Susan mumbled, burying her face in her hands in embarassment. "I can't believe this. I'm sorry."
"It's alright. You must have walked over here half asleep in the middle of the night," he said softly with just a hint of a smile. "Need some aspirin?" he asked as he reached into his drawer and pulled out a package.
Susan nodded and Ryan went to get some water for her. He came back from the kitchen and handed it to her, flashing her a smile.
"Thank you," Susan said softly, quickly swallowing the aspirin. "I can't believe I got so drunk. I guess I was just. frustrated," she admitted with a sigh.
"Happens to everyone," Ryan told her with a shrug, sitting back down on the bed. "Though I don't think you wanna know what happened last night," he said, letting out a soft laugh.
"What?" Susan said alarmed, afraid they might have done something she didn't remember. "What happened?"
"Don't worry, not what you think. You fell asleep in my car and later you threw up in the bathroom," he told her, a little amused at the look of horror on her face.
"Oh God, I'm -so- sorry," she said, wishing for the floor to swallow her right then. "I'll never ever drink again," she vowed.
Ryan laughed and shook his head in his amusement. "Look, it's not a big deal. At least you weren't somewhere out in this city," he said sincerely, flashing her a smile.
Susan just shook her head and sighed. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, not really getting why he had done this for her.
He shrugged and flashed her a smile. "I like you and like I said, I didn't want you to home on your own. Who knows what might have happened."
Nodding her head, Susan flashed him a grateful smile, glad that he had been there for her. "Not to be rude or anything, but I have to go. I have to work and I'll be late if I don't get a move on," she said softly.
"That's okay," he said, smiling as he got up and followed her to the door.
She put on her coat and quickly grabbed her bag, pulling out a pen. She took his hand and wrote her number on it, flashing him a smile when she was done.
"Call me," she told him softly, turning to leave, but stopping. She turned back to him and kissed him impulsively before she left, leaving him standing dumbstruck in the doorway.
Chapter 2
Susan stood outside the bar, debating with herself whether or not to go in. After a few minutes of pacing, she sighed and entered the dark room, glancing around to see if -he- would be there. He wasn't. Susan's shoulders slumped, the fact that he wasn't there discouraging her more than she would have thought.
"A scotch on ice, please," she mumbled when she had sat down at the bar. She buried her face into her hands and sighed. Another day she had spent frustrated with everything. She had met a guy she liked and that seemed nice, but had rebuffed his advances.
She took a large gulp of her drink when the bartender placed it front of her and made a disgusted face as the liquor warmed up her whole body. She swallowed another gulp and decided that getting drunk didn't seem like such a bad idea at that point.
One hour and a couple of more drinks later her mood hadn't changed, but now she felt sick as well. Her stomach twisted and turned, threatening to release its contents any second. She took a deep breath and tried to pull herself together as a hand on her shoulder startled her out of her concentration.
"I guess you've been waiting," Ryan said softly, flashing her a smile until he realised she was drunk.
"Well, maybe, but not for you," Susan replied grumpily, smacking his hand off of her shoulder as he sat down next to her.
Ryan scrunched up his nose, wondering if he was the reason for her bad mood. "Let me guess, you had a bad day?" he asked carefully, already preparing himself for her comeback.
"Yeah," she mumbled, shrugging her shoulders as she went to pick up her drink, but Ryan stopped her.
"Don't you think you've had enough already?" he asked as he took the drink out of her hand and put it down in front of her.
She wanted to yell at him, tell him he had no right to keep her from drinking, but she knew he was right. "I wanna go home and crawl into bed," she mumbled, burying her face into her hands, her head starting to spin slightly.
Ryan got up and offered her a hand, flashing her a soft smile as he took her coat. "Come on, I'll give you a ride," he said softly, helping her off of the stool when she nodded. She got into her coat with a little bit of trouble, not noticing that Ryan had paid for her drinks.
"So, where do you live?" Ryan asked as he led her out of the bar and to his car, opening up the door for her.
"Somewhere around here," Susan answered quietly, her voice barely audible.
He waited until she was seated and went over to his own side, doing up his seatbelt as well. He started the car and drove off. By the time he was about to ask her where she lived again, he realised she was fast asleep on his passenger seat. He sighed and decided to bring her to his place for the night, not having the energy to wake her up and let her tell him where she lived.
Stopping at his apartment building, Ryan parked the car and got out and over to Susan's side. He opened the door and smiled at her sleeping form before he gently tapped her on the shoulder.
"Susan," he tried it, nudging her a little, but she just groaned. "Come on, you have to help me a little here," he said with a sigh as he took her hand and helped a still half sleeping Susan out of the car.
He locked the doors and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, letting her lean against him for support as they walked up the stairs. He let them into the building and helped her all the way up to his apartment. They got in and he kicked the door close with his foot, dropping his keys off on a counter.
"Are you alright?" he asked when he heard her mumbling some incoherent stuff, looking up at her face. "Shit," he murmured, freeing them off their coats and leading her to the bathroom immediately, where she made it to the toilet just in time to throw up.
Ryan grabbed a washcloth and drenched it in cold water, putting it gently onto her forehead as he brushed her hair out of the way. He kneeled down next to her and waited until he thought she was okay to get back up. Helping her back up onto her feet.
She flashed him a faint, but grateful smile as he handed her an unused toothbrush he had saved for guests. She rinsed out her mouth and brushed her teeth several times when he had left the bathroom, making sure she was alright on her own.
Ryan waited outside the bathroom and paced a little, knowing she wouldn't like the idea of sleeping at his place when she'd wake up in the morning, but there was no way he was bringing her home in the state she was in.
"Thank you," came a quiet whisper behind him, making him turn around. "Why are you doing this?" Susan asked softly as she walked over to the couch slowly, careful not to fall over.
He shrugged and pulled a blanket out of a closet, walking over to put it on the armrest of the couch.
"I'm tired," she mumbled, lying down without another thought and stretching out on the couch. In a matter of seconds, Susan slept soundly.
Ryan picked up the blanket and gently laid it over her, watching her for a few minutes before he decided to go to bed as well. He stripped down to his boxers and crawled into his bed, falling asleep rather quickly.
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Susan woke up in the middle of the night, still not quite knowing where she was. She got up and trotted into the bedroom. She crawled onto the bed and plopped down, falling back to sleep quickly without waking up Ryan.
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Feeling an arm on his chest, Ryan woke up in the morning, his eyes widening immediately when he opened them. Susan was lying half on top of him, her leg over his and her head on his shoulder. He hadn't even noticed her crawling into his bed, nor did he have a clue that she must have snuggled into him while sleeping.
He tried to shift out from under her, hoping she wouldn't wake up just as she stirred. She opened her eyes and screeched in shock, almost falling out of bed when she pulled away from him.
"How the hell did I get here?!" she exclaimed, immediately regretting that she had raised her voice as her head throbbed in pain.
"How the hell would I know? You were asleep on the couch when I got to bed!" Ryan said, careful not to get too loud since she knew what kind of a headache she must've had.
"And why am I at your place?" she asked, glancing around the bedroom as she rubbed her temples gently.
"Because you were drunk out of your mind and I didn't want to leave you at the bar. There was no way to get your address out of you either," Ryan told her with a sigh as he got up and quickly pulled on a t-shirt.
"Oh my God," Susan mumbled, burying her face in her hands in embarassment. "I can't believe this. I'm sorry."
"It's alright. You must have walked over here half asleep in the middle of the night," he said softly with just a hint of a smile. "Need some aspirin?" he asked as he reached into his drawer and pulled out a package.
Susan nodded and Ryan went to get some water for her. He came back from the kitchen and handed it to her, flashing her a smile.
"Thank you," Susan said softly, quickly swallowing the aspirin. "I can't believe I got so drunk. I guess I was just. frustrated," she admitted with a sigh.
"Happens to everyone," Ryan told her with a shrug, sitting back down on the bed. "Though I don't think you wanna know what happened last night," he said, letting out a soft laugh.
"What?" Susan said alarmed, afraid they might have done something she didn't remember. "What happened?"
"Don't worry, not what you think. You fell asleep in my car and later you threw up in the bathroom," he told her, a little amused at the look of horror on her face.
"Oh God, I'm -so- sorry," she said, wishing for the floor to swallow her right then. "I'll never ever drink again," she vowed.
Ryan laughed and shook his head in his amusement. "Look, it's not a big deal. At least you weren't somewhere out in this city," he said sincerely, flashing her a smile.
Susan just shook her head and sighed. "Why are you doing this?" she asked, not really getting why he had done this for her.
He shrugged and flashed her a smile. "I like you and like I said, I didn't want you to home on your own. Who knows what might have happened."
Nodding her head, Susan flashed him a grateful smile, glad that he had been there for her. "Not to be rude or anything, but I have to go. I have to work and I'll be late if I don't get a move on," she said softly.
"That's okay," he said, smiling as he got up and followed her to the door.
She put on her coat and quickly grabbed her bag, pulling out a pen. She took his hand and wrote her number on it, flashing him a smile when she was done.
"Call me," she told him softly, turning to leave, but stopping. She turned back to him and kissed him impulsively before she left, leaving him standing dumbstruck in the doorway.