I think that I'm enjoying writing this a little too much. xD Anyways, this chapter is where the T rating comes into play-due to slight cursing, and very VERY small innuendos.
But don't let that put you off! I hope that you enjoy this chapter!
As the Brass Bar's closing time drew nearer, the building slowly began to empty and become quieter, the only real shouts were that of the customers saying their thanks and wishing the staff well before they took their leave.
That, and the constant talking of Kathy and Luke.
"Yeah...YEAH. I know exactly what you mean." Luke pretended to understand, as Kathy continued to tell him about her supernatural experiences involving Molly's chickens and her own alcohol.
"Luke seriously. Just why do you entertain her when she's like this? When she wakes up in the morning and is starting to recover from her hangover she's going to remember various bits of this conversation. Not that I care, but it's going to take ALOT of explaining on my part about how she managed to talk about that stuff in the first place."
The blue haired 'idiot' as Molly liked to describe him merely shrugged his shoulders in response.
"Lighten up Mol! She's having fun, I'm sure as hell having fun, and so should YOU."
"How can I have fun when I'm having to babysit you two all of the time?"
Sticking his tongue out in a childish response (Thus just adding to Molly's implication of him being a baby) he coolly stated; "Your just in a sour mood because your Chasey was mean to you earlier."
"For the last time Luke, he is not MINE, and I'm certainly not put in a bad mood by him of all people!" Standing up and grabbing her bag, Molly said quite loudly her response to Luke. A little too loudly.
"Why do you guys have to be so loud?" An annoyed Hayden stuck his head of the entrance to the kitchen before continuing; "It's about closing time anyways, ya'll should be thinking about heading home." Returning to his position in the kitchen, Molly started to panic.
"Crap..." she thought, if Hayden heard that, then that means...that means HE must have heard it as well!"
Deciding upon not wanting to wait for the possible explanations and answers she would have to give to Chase to explain what she had just said, she hauled Kathy up out of the chair and promptly exclaimed to Luke their departure.
"Sorry Luke, but we should be getting home! I can't exactly let Kathy walk home by herself anyways, she'd probably end up in some random person's house along the way hahaha. Wouldn't want that now, would we?" A flustered Molly laughed whilst putting Kathy's arm around her shoulders for support. Not knowing what was going on, she just laughed along with her best friend as well.
"Yeah, especially if it was C-"
Luke was cut off by Molly putting an abrupt hand over his mouth, along with saying the simple word of 'Don't'. Luke still found it hard to believe that someone as cute and gentle as Molly could even utter a word as threateningly as she did then.
Nodding and smiling in response, Luke got up and grabbed his trusty axe, before opening the door for the two ladies.
"Have a nice evening! Make sure Kathy gets home just fine." He called after the two, earning a wave from Molly in response.
Just about to head out himself, Luke was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Hey Luke?"
"What is it Chase? I'm about to go home, you don't need to throw me out like last time."
"Why do you always act like I'm such a bad guy?" Sighing, Chase decided that it was best to just not argue. " Just come over here will ya, I need your help with something."
Wandering over, Luke wandered what Chase could possible want his help for. For one, he was a terrible cook himself, and two, whenever he decided to be useful and help do with the washing up, something always seemed to break.
"Whassup? Don't tell me you're in THAT much of a desperate state that you need my help." The blue haired man said with a smirk, as he positioned himself atop the counter to the bar in order to gain a view of the man who he was speaking too.
"Of course not, I just wanted to talk to you." Said the chef coolly in response, standing over a stove carefully cooking something for one of the few remaining customers left.
"Go figure. Well then shoot, what is it?"
"What does Molly really think of me?"
"I don't know, what do you think of her?"
"Don't be an ass and just answer my question."
"Well, why do you want to know?"
...
And so the argument between the too stubborn men continued for a while, neither one of them seeming to get the response which they were really looking for.
"Just tell me why you want to know, and then I'll tell you what she thinks of you."
"Ugh...just forget it, I'll ask Kathy when she's not drunk. That girl can't keep a secret however hard she tries." Upon realising that that it was useless trying to extract information from the awkward Luke, Chase reverted his attention back to his cooking.
In reality, he should have really expected the reply from Luke, and also in reality, should have formed a response to that. But for some reason when it came to matters involving Molly, all the thoughts in Chase's head became fuzzy.
"She's just too damn cute for her own good...and kind...and cute...and adorable...and nice...and strong...and cute..." The normally arrogant man found his way into his own little world, his thoughts trailing off into that of Molly and all her redeeming factors. Wait, did he mention that she was cute?
-A few moments later-
"Chase."
"..."
"Chase."
"..."
"CHASE!"
"What?" A annoyed Chase snapped himself out of his daydream, clearly frustrated that Luke had to interrupt his enjoyable visions of Molly.
"Your apron is on fire."
"Wha-SHIT!"
Apparently Chase had been so caught up in his daydreaming about Molly, that he had neglected the fact that his signature apron was hanging precariously close to an open grill just below the stove.
For once, Luke tried to do good and gain the man's attention before it was too late, but unfortunately for him it was just too hard to snap him out of it in time. Now panicking, Chase quickly ran out of the bar and outside, in order to not let the tables or counters inside the bar catch fire as well.
"STOP DROP AND ROLL MAN!"
"Are you sure you don't remember where you put your key, Kathy?"
"Nah, I swear it was in my pocket but it doesn't seem to be anymore."
"Have you even checked in your pocket yet?"
"...No."
With what seemed to be the thousandth sigh that night, Molly fished into Kathy's skirt pocket, eventually pulling out said key. (Not before checking that no one was looking first however, it wouldn't be good to cause that sort of gossip within the close-knit community.)
"Well that was easy." Molly said triumphantly, holding up the key to Kathy's face.
"Ohh, you're a life saver Molly, now unlock it!"
With a frown which soon turned into a smile upon noticing just how ridiculous Kathy really was when she was drunk however, Molly proceeded to unlock the door to Kathy's house.
Well, she would if she could see where the keyhole was that is.
It was around 11:30pm when the trio finally made their exit from the Bar, and by then the street lamps were off, the only light source being the stars and the moon which were high in the night sky - and even then this was only minimal.
"Shit Kathy, have you got a light?"
"What do you think?"
With a groan, Molly bent forward as far as she could in order to try and find where the keyhole was. This plan still failed however, and after several minutes of random jabbing, Molly frustratingly gave in.
"I CAN'T GET IT IN THE DAMN HOLE." She cried out in annoyance, earning a startled look from Kathy.
Immediately noticing her Mistake, Molly threw her hand to her face, the contact emitting a nice 'smack' sound. She had certainly had enough of this night.
"Here, you do it instead. It is your house after all." She mumbled upon handing the key to Kathy, making preparations in her head about the inevitable outcome of sleeping outside for the night.
'Click'
Whipping her head around, Molly could only let out a small whispering of "You have got to be kidding me."
"Wooo! I did it Mol! Now, what do I win?"
Pushing her drunkard best friend into her house, Molly decided that not saying anything would be the best option for now. She should have just let Kathy open the door to begin with, she thought. She's probably had to do that many times before anyways.
"Where's the light switch Molly?"
"Don't worry about that, just get into bed."
"Wooow, you're sure a forceful one, aren't ya heeey?" Kathy said with a wink, before turning and stripping of her clothes.
"Sure thing, you know that I just can't resist you Kathy."
Waiting for her best friend to finish, Molly actually smiled for one of the rare occasions that evening. Somehow, as ditzy as she could be, Kathy always knew how to make her feel better. Whether this was subconscious or not Molly didn't know. But what she did know was that she was incredibly thankful for having the girl there with her.
"Molly...?"
"Yeah?"
"Will you stay here tonight? I don't fancy having to do everything in the morning."
The smile once again turning into a frown, Molly added on to her previous thoughts.
"As thankful as I am...I wish that you weren't so lazy."
"That's why you love me thooough." Kathy randomly stated, almost as if she could read the other girl's thoughts.
With a giggle, Molly slid into the bed alongside Kathy-they had done this many times now, and were no longer embarrassed around each other because of their closeness.
"Molly...?"
"What now? You need to go to sleep."
"When we were at the bar...you never denied that you liked Chase, you know."
Thankful that the darkness of the room was hiding her blush, Molly stammered whilst trying to find the right words to say.
"W...Well...you know that I've always thought he was kinda cute Kathy, I told you that myself."
"Yes...but you never told me that you actually liked him."
"Well...that was b-because I wasn't sure at the time...I was going to tell you tonight, actually. But then I found you in this state and..." laughing, Molly moved closer to hug the figure next to her.
"I promise that I'll explain everything to you in the morning, when you're a bit more...focused, you know?"
"Hehe...Okay, but you better explain everything Missy!"
"Oh I promise...I love you Kathy, I hope you know."
"Of course I know silly! And I love you too. Tonight kinda proves one of the many reasons why."
"Aww, you're so charming with your 'many reasons'...Goodnight, Kath."
"Goodnight Mol."
And with that the one of the two girls almost instantly feel asleep, whilst the other lay on her side for a while, thinking about how she was going to explain everything to the sleeping form beside her in the morning.
Little did she know however, that that was going to be the least of her problems. Getting back into his house, a certain man looked through the great photographs of 'gossip' which he had just taken.
Boy did he love his hobby.
Wooo, I don't think I've ever written anything this long before. xD
I apologise now if some of the typing is weirdly spaced, my laptop can be a tard when it wants to be.
Anyways...like usual I hope you enjoyed it, and reviews are enjoyed!