Chapter two
Zoe had managed to make her way back through the club and out of the exit without being spotted by her new pal, James. Probably found a new bird to lock lips with she thought to herself. She hadn't realised how cold it was and was now regretting wearing this pathetic excuse of a dress.
It had seemed like an eternity waiting for her ride, but in reality it had only been 15 minutes. The passenger door of the jeep was opened from the inside. Zoe climbed in and shut the door, feeling very grateful for the invention of heating.
"Well… someone looks awful" said the driver.
"Oh, shu' up Dylan. At shleast I'm not afraid to have a bit of fun." Zoe slurred.
"Sorry. I didn't realise getting drunk beyond recognition and hooking up with random people is what we now class as fun." Retorted Dylan sarcastically.
Letting out a sigh, Zoe rested her head against the window, getting into an argument with Dylan was the last thing she needed.
She figured she must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knew was that Dylan had pulled up outside her apartment. Turning to face him she smiled and thanked him. Opening the car door she climbed out only to have her legs buckle beneath her. Too drunk to move she stayed down, the ice cold floor stung against her bare skin. Zoe assumed Dylan must've gotten out because the rumble of the car engine went dead and there was a bang of a car door being closed. The next thing she knew she was being carried by Dylan and listening to him tut away at her.
"What's your code?" he asked flatly
"My shwat?" Zoe slurred
"You know, the pass key to get inside your building."
"Oh, tat old shing… I dun know"
Dylan looked at her, knowing she was probably too drunk to remember her own name, "of course you don't"
He shifted her body in his arms so he could free one of his hands and then hit one of the buttons labelled 'JONES'. At first there was the crackle of static and then a gruff voice came over the intercom, "Wa ya want?"
"Erm, yes, hello. I have one of your neighbours here."
"So?" Jones grunted.
"Hm, well I was wondering if you could let us in."
There was a pause and then the old man let out a sigh, he buzzed them through and the door unlocked allowing the two of them to enter. Walking over to the elevator Dylan pressed the button with an upward facing arrow and after a minute or so the doors dinged open and he carried Zoe through. When they arrived at her floor Dylan had to shift Zoe's body a second time so he could hold her with one arm. Using the free arm he rummaged through her purse looking for her door key, once he found it he inserted it into the allotted hole and gave it a turn. There was a click which meant the door was now unlocked. Turning the silver handle the wooden door swung open revealing Zoe's apartment. Dylan whistled to himself.
It was a modest open loft, to say the least. The wooden floor had been white washed giving the room more depth. The loft was simplistic and modern but Zoe's personality shone through.
Walking into the room, still carrying Zoe in what now looked like a fireman's carry; he shut the door behind him using his leg. He continued to carry her to the plush leather sofa that was situated in the middle of the room. Laying her down to rest he wandered over to the far wall which was entirely made of glass. Zoe had a pretty damn good view from up here and it was even better at night.
Dylan spun around on his heel, taking in the rest of her loft. Glancing at Zoe, who was now sprawled out on the sofa, he went over to check on her. Zoe smiled at him as he crouched down, becoming level with her.
"Hey" she said hoarsely.
"Hey, how you feeling?" he asked trying to add compassion to his tone.
"Not good. How… How'd you get in here?"
"Neighbour let us in. it would seem that your 'fun' night out has left you incompetent." He said making air quotations around the word fun.
Pulling herself up off of her front and into a sitting position, she patted the cushion next to her signalling for Dylan to sit. He stood up and plopped himself into the, surprisingly comfy, sofa. Zoe hooked her finger under his chin and turned his head so he faced her. Zoe closed her eyes and leaned in slowly to Dylan, taking his mouth in hers. She kissed him deeply and tried to slip in some tongue but Dylan pulled away.
"No," he whispered, eyes still shut. "I can't."
Zoe glared at him, "Don't you want to kiss me?"
"No." Yes. He knew he couldn't take advantage of her like this. It's just the drink talking, he thought to himself.
Zoe darted her eyes from him and to the ceiling, letting out a reluctant sigh she closed her eyes and drifted off in no time.