Mac was ten minutes late when he stumbled up Melissa's steps. He was drunk off his ass and he felt anxious, more anxious than usual. He made it to her door and looked at her doorknob for a bit, debating on whether or not he was supposed to just open it and walk in or if he was supposed to knock. Why was he even here again?
He decided the best option was to knock and hope for the best. He lifted his hand to knock and was so surprised when she threw the door open that he nearly fell backwards off the steps.
"Fuck, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to startle you." She stepped out of the way and motioned for him to come in. He walked slowly into her home and almost pissed himself when he heard a dog barking at him.
"That your damn dog? Too loud." He grumbled more to himself than to her, she could barely hear him. He staggered into the dining room and took a seat at her table.
"His name is Morpheus. Are you… drunk?" She had always been nervous around drunken men. She spent many nights avoiding her husband after he came home from a night out with his buddies. He was an angry drunk. She liked going to bars and talking to buzzed people, but she never gave the plastered guys any of her time.
"Went to get weed, but the sumbitch go me drunk. Did I come here to fuck ya?" She had been hoping, she wasn't having fumbling sex with a drunken guy no matter how incredible he looked in a black t-shirt.
He looked about ready to pass out at her dining room table and she was highly disappointed that she wasn't getting laid tonight.
"You came here to eat, Mac." She said quietly, trying to choose her words carefully so she didn't get him angry. Maybe he wasn't an angry drunk.
"Eat dinner or…?" He clumsily winked up at her from his seat and she felt a wave of heat roll over her as her face turned a light shade of pink.
"Chicken. You're here to eat chicken…" She smiled at him a bit before walking out of the room to get the, both a plate.
"Got any whiskey, sweetheart?" He called to her from the dining room. She always kept at least two bottles of whiskey in her house, but he had had enough for one day.
"No, but I have some Canyon Cola, clever names you guys have in this town." She lived, breathed, and dreamed sarcasm. He loudly chuckled at her comment.
"Fuckin' genius, ain't they?" They both fell into a fit of giggles as she handed him a Canyon Cola and his plate of chicken. They quickly dug into their food.