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iCrooked Teeth
You're so cute when you're slurring your speech,
But they're closing the bar and they want us to leave.
"Don't you think you've had enough, miss?" asked the bartender. I couldn't mistake the look that went over her face. I knew that look.
"Hit. Me," She said firmly. The bartender hesitantly poured her another drink and left.
Music floated in the background of the neighborhood pub. It had a homey feel to it, pictures lining the walls, and a fire was burning in the fireplace on the side wall. The lighting was low, but there was no smoke, which I was thankful for. I couldn't stand the smell of smoke.
There was a small area around the jukebox, and people would dance there with their friends if they were drunk enough. The rest of the floor was cluttered with circular tables, each with four chairs surrounding them. If there was a group bigger than four people, they would sit at one of the booths that lined the wall opposite the fireplace. The lonely people who came here by themselves sat at the counter and talked to the strangers next to them. When I walked into the bar, I only saw the girl with blonde hair at it, she looked about my age. It was a sight that I'd never seen before when me and a couple friends from work would come down here. I had decided to sit one stool down from her.
Watching the girl through down drink after drink, I thank that I don't have many troubles yet at twenty-three. Fresh out of collage- on a part scholarship and a lot of my moms savings- I wasn't worried about student loans because I didn't have any. I had a good job in which I worked with computers good people, and I had a decent apartment that I could afford. My life was going good. The only thing that would make it any better would be a girl.
The blonde tipped back her head and gulped the alcohol down in one go. Her curly hair cascaded down her back. She brought her head back up and wiped her mouth on her sleeve. She had a familiar air about her, and it wasn't until several drinks later--her drinks, not mine. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Thankfully she never noticed-- that I made the connection to who she was.
"Sam?" I said cautiously. She whipped her head around to look at me, throwing herself off balance and falling off of her barstool. I quickly got up and caught her in my arms before she hit the ground (or her head on the counter).
"Fredweird?" She slurred, looking up at me through hazed eyes. A drunken smile illuminated her face. "What're you doin' here?" I smirked a bit. I always thought she'd be a cute drunk.
"I was supposed to meet someone here. But she never showed," I answered her, helping her back onto her stool. She was putting all of her weight on me, making it a difficult task. She laughed loudly.
"You got stood up!" She exclaimed, laughing giddily at my expense. I gave her a half-hearted smile.
"Yeah, I guess so,"
There is a short silence and Sam orders another drink.
"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" I cautioned.
"You can't tell me what to do!" She proclaimed, then drank the entire glass in two large gulps. "Another!"
"No way, Sam. Come on, let's get you home," I said, helping her off of the barstool. I looked around and saw the bar empty save us and a few employee's. The bartender was cleaning a glass and gave me a pointed look, meant to say 'We're closing. Get out.'
Sam put about half of her weight on me as soon as I put her down, causing her to lean on me. Drunk people are heavy!
"This is my home!" Sam said seriously, then erupted in a bout of laughter. I quickly paid the bartender for both of our drinks then walked her out of the bar.
"I don't think I trust you by yourself," I told her. "I'm taking you to my place."
"I don't like you that way, Fredward," She said, giggling profusely. I sighed, adjusting her arm around my neck so I could hold her up better. She was leaning on me as if I was made from brink and had a stable, non-movable foundation, which is not the case.
"Come on, Sam. You can crash at my house tonight, then when your not so drunk, I'll take you back to your place."
"Fine," Sam said. She looked up at me and through her other arm around my neck. Her eyes sparkled with the light from the nearby streetlight. Gosh, they were so blue.
I feel myself moving forward, I see her eyes close, so I close mine too. I have no clue what we are about to do until we are doing it.
Kissing.
I could taste the alcohol on her lips, and I love it. I am swept up in the moment, I caress her cheek, she runs her hands through my hair. It was perfect.
That is, until she suddenly broke away an barfed in a near-by trashcan.
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I love this one. Yes, it is a bit mature, but I AM sixteen, and I think it's okay. It's not that bad, anyway. The lyrics are from a song called Crooked Teeth by death cad for cutie, and I love these lyrics (and the song, but it was just this verse that inspired me). I'll probably be doing a couple more song-inspired drabbles. I like them.
I've had this idea for a while. I started it the beginning of last month, then got upset with myself because I took it in the wrong direction, so I saved, quit, and wrote some other stuff. xD Needless to say, I remembered it and fixed it to my liking. I have to say, this might be my favorite so far. I've never messed with older Sam and Freddie before, but I might as well give it a shot since I'll be doing it this summer for my chapter fic.
Enjoy and review!
-Freak