Nigel's eyes fluttered open. He groaned and stretched awkwardly against his matres set, feeling the warm sensation of the sun shinning through the window on his face. Weakly he sat up, getting to his feet, finding balance.
The activities of the night before, although blurred, continued replaying in his mind. He remembered Lizzie laughing to a joke Hoagie had managed to chuckle out. They had to of all been drunk, he'd concluded.
His head pounded. He shut his eyes tightly and tried to regain any sense he still had left.
(flashback)
"And then I said, that's not Godzilla, that's my grandma!" Hoagie laughed drunkenly as the others smirked, and muttered random nothings under their breath.
"You're jokes are crap, Hoagie." Abby whispered, taking another sip of her third wine glass.
Hoagie didn't dignify the statement with a response. He only blinked and continued grinning stupidly into his beer. However, even though he was drunk, as well as a relatively happy person, he felt as if he could crawl under the table and die at Abby's rather cruel accusation.
Nigel smiled back, looked down at Lizzie who was half way through her second drink and looking as if she might keel over any moment.
"A little toasty there, huh Hun?"
Lizzie looked up at Nigel, her cheeks rosier then usual.
"Just a tad."
"Well here I gotta piss and then I'll be right back and we can go home."
"Man, ay need tu' stop hanging out with you old married couples." Wally chirped in.
"We're not married yet, Wallibee." Nigel unconsciously blurted.
"Yeah, well you might as well be."
Nigel glared at the blond mini hulk as he pushed himself out off the booth and slugged to the bar's bathroom.
The next thing he saw almost killed him. His heart shattered into about seven-hundred and fifty different pieces.
"Rachel...?"
The blond perked, pulling away from the lips that where currently connecting with hers. She blinked, staring at Nigel, attempting to fathom what she was seeing.
"Nigel...hi." She said awkwardly. Nigel furrowed his brow, intoxication filling his mind.
"Who's that?" A raven haired boy much taller then Nigel spat at Rachel.
"Uh..a friend. I haven't seen him in a ages though..."
"If a month is ages." Nigel retorted hotly, his blood boiling.
"The boy frowned at Nigel then pulled away from Rachel and began to walk away. Rachel gasped.
"Noah! Where are you going?!"
"To find a girl who isn't taken."
"I..I'm not taken, she's just a friend!"
"Right." Noah replied flatly, disappearing into the crowed. Rachel sighed and turned back to the bald boy standing perplexed behind her.
"Why did you do that!?"
"Do what, he left on his own." Nigel told her angrily.
"Because you came waltzing up here like you owned me or something."
"Yeah, well it's nice to see you too Rachel." The intoxicated boy said in sarcasm, leaning over in the corner excreting a large amount of vomit on the wall.
Rachel blinked and sighed exasperatedly.
"Your drunk?"
"No, I just have a stomach virus..."
"...Do you need a ride home?"
Nigel flushed and wiped his mouth, standing up straight, showing as much dignity as possible.
"No, I'm here with friends..."
"And are these other friends drunk to?" Rachel asked, taking him by the arm, beginning to guide him out of the nearest exit.
"The doesn't mean I can leave them here."
"Trust me, tomorrow morning they wont even remember."
The next thing Nigel knew they were riding in Rachel's mini van.
"This has to be the most boring car ever...shouldn't a girl like you be riding in a convertible or something...?" Nigel asked groggily, drifting in and out of consciousness.
"This is a sensible car...it's perfect for kids..."
"Since when do you have kids?"
"I don't yet, but I would like to one day..."
"So your going to be like...a soccer mom? I could see it." Nigel grinned at her, watching her smile as well.
"So who was that guy you were out with..he didn't seem very nice to you."
Rachel's smile faded.
"He was nobody. Just someone I met at that bar."
"You deserve better and you know it." Nigel told her, trying to sound serious.
"Too bad someone already has better." Rachel murmured under her breath. The boy looked at her.
"Then make a change."
Rachel sat in silence.
"I wont. I'm not going to wait anymore either."
"Yes you are. I'm supposed to get married...and your supposed to wait..until I die."
She felt a tear run down her cheek as she began to laugh. Nigel coaxed a brow and watched the girl.
"You loosing your mind..."
(end flash back)
Nigel opened his eyes once again and sighed. It was about all her could remember, but he was sure it wasn't all that had happened. He wished more then anything he could picture the rest in his mind. He slowly blinked and suddenly found a minuscule memory flack that made his face turn red.
For a moment, he saw Rachel entwined in his arms, alcohol tainted breath breathing in his ear, hot skin pressed against his.
"N-nigel...?"
"Shit."