The Morning After~ (part two)
This is not happening! But it did and oh my God it did and did and did and...
Five minutes. She had five....looking over at the clock she realized she had four...four minutes before Garret would notice she wasn't at work. Jordan knew she should leave...Get up and leave. What was keeping her there...drunk she was still drunk...she could go to work drunk...it would be a dereliction of duty.
She over slept...that would explain why she was still in bed...right?
Sick she was sick. Jordan tried to cough a few times to practice only they came out sounding like monosyllable words of encouraging sweet nothings.
Transportation! Dad had her keys...her phone was broke and she couldn't call a cab, missed the bus and can't understand the train. But she could probably float there.
Sex didn't cure Jordan's hangover but it came along way in making it tolerable.
"Damn it, I'm late. Garret's going to have my ass."
Jordan sat up slowly and looked around the room throwing on her clothes the second she could find them.
"Jordan, just call and tell them you got stuck in traffic." he replied groggily twisting a lock of her hair around his finger as she finished dressing.
"I used that excuse last week." When his eyebrows hit his hairline she added with a flip of the hand, "I over slept...alone. Where the hell are my shoes?" She said giving up her search in the bedroom and venturing out into the rest of the apartment.
Woody threw some pants on and followed her. He scratched his head and pointed to the top of the refrigerator. Jordan opened her mouth to ask why but stopped. After last night she wouldn't be surprised if the commissioner of baseball said that the pennant race was a do-over and the Sox went all the way.
All The Way.....oh God.
"Hoyt, let's get one thing straight," she said earnestly as she hopped around pulling up her boot. "Last night never happened...or this morning for that matter. We were both drunk and not thinking clearly. I think it would be in our best interests to forget all about it...right?" she said. He smiled and nodded.
"I think as adults we need to think objectively and know that certain circumstances sometimes lead us to make unwise choices....right? She stated, he just smiled and..... nodded.
She opened up the door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. "I'm glad we're on the same page."
"Have lunch with me today?"
"I don't think that would be a very good idea.....given.... you know."
"Dinner?" he persisted moving over to hold the door open for her.
'"Haven't you been listening to a word I've...ah.........make it ...6:30."
She was halfway down the hallway when he heard "..........My place, I can't be late two days in a row."
The End
This is not happening! But it did and oh my God it did and did and did and...
Five minutes. She had five....looking over at the clock she realized she had four...four minutes before Garret would notice she wasn't at work. Jordan knew she should leave...Get up and leave. What was keeping her there...drunk she was still drunk...she could go to work drunk...it would be a dereliction of duty.
She over slept...that would explain why she was still in bed...right?
Sick she was sick. Jordan tried to cough a few times to practice only they came out sounding like monosyllable words of encouraging sweet nothings.
Transportation! Dad had her keys...her phone was broke and she couldn't call a cab, missed the bus and can't understand the train. But she could probably float there.
Sex didn't cure Jordan's hangover but it came along way in making it tolerable.
"Damn it, I'm late. Garret's going to have my ass."
Jordan sat up slowly and looked around the room throwing on her clothes the second she could find them.
"Jordan, just call and tell them you got stuck in traffic." he replied groggily twisting a lock of her hair around his finger as she finished dressing.
"I used that excuse last week." When his eyebrows hit his hairline she added with a flip of the hand, "I over slept...alone. Where the hell are my shoes?" She said giving up her search in the bedroom and venturing out into the rest of the apartment.
Woody threw some pants on and followed her. He scratched his head and pointed to the top of the refrigerator. Jordan opened her mouth to ask why but stopped. After last night she wouldn't be surprised if the commissioner of baseball said that the pennant race was a do-over and the Sox went all the way.
All The Way.....oh God.
"Hoyt, let's get one thing straight," she said earnestly as she hopped around pulling up her boot. "Last night never happened...or this morning for that matter. We were both drunk and not thinking clearly. I think it would be in our best interests to forget all about it...right?" she said. He smiled and nodded.
"I think as adults we need to think objectively and know that certain circumstances sometimes lead us to make unwise choices....right? She stated, he just smiled and..... nodded.
She opened up the door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. "I'm glad we're on the same page."
"Have lunch with me today?"
"I don't think that would be a very good idea.....given.... you know."
"Dinner?" he persisted moving over to hold the door open for her.
'"Haven't you been listening to a word I've...ah.........make it ...6:30."
She was halfway down the hallway when he heard "..........My place, I can't be late two days in a row."
The End