I Said What?
"She didn't mean it."
Yes she did.
"She was drunk!"
People often confess things when they're UTI.
"Quit disagreeing with me."
That's my job.
"Who are you?"
Your conscience.
"Oh, great."
You know, you're going to have to tell her sooner or later.
"I'd rather it be later."
There's always a chance that she might remember.
"Not likely."
Maybe.
Stella closed her eyes and ran the night before over and over again in her mind; the only thing she could remember was the number of beers she had.
Then it hit her.
Passing out, falling forward, getting picked up and taken to her room...
"Night, Mac."
"Goodnight, Stella."
"Love you."
Stella's eyes flew open. "Hell no..." She finished washing her hair in record time and jumped out of the shower. Wrapping herself in a fluffy white towel, she ran to her room and dressed in a red and black Kimono-style dress. Since it was her day off, she figured it'd be okay to dress up a little. No, this has nothing to do with Mac. She slipped on a pair of black flip-flops and pulled her hair back into a ponytail and started pacing the living room floor.
As soon as Mac opened the door, he noticed her change in behaviour.
"Why didn't you tell me what I said, Mac!" Stella was furious.
She remembered, was the first thing that popped into his mind. "I didn't want to embarrass you, and it wasn't necessary." Mac said simply.
Stella quieted a little. "Oh." She reddened. "I'm sorry."
Mac knew he shouldn't continue, but he did. "Besides, people don't have any idea what they say when they're drunk. I knew you didn't mean it." He offered her a small smile. Come on, Bonasera, I'm going out on a limb, here...
"Sorry," Stella ducked her head, blushing.
Mac shifted his bag to one arm and tilted her chin up with his fingers. "Stella, it's okay. We're all good."
Stella looked him in the eye. Ugh, strike one. Blue eyes are my weakness; especially his. "I don't believe you." Strike two, Stel... "You're acting even weirder than usual."
Mac leaned closer.
Strike three, you're out...