Reagan nearly fell from the bar once she let Nick's collar go. Nick couldn't help, but feel the disappointment wash over him when he saw her. What the hell is she doing here? She wasn't supposed to arrive until tomorrow morning.
He glanced back down the bar and quickly began to scan the room, but she was already gone. She must have slipped out while Reagan had her tongue down his throat.
Nick had really been looking forward to having a few hours alone with Jess and the others, but mainly Jess. He wanted to hear all about her summer and see how she was coping after her break up with Sam. And although this was really selfish of him, he couldn't help but wonder if her break up with Sam had something to do with him. You're a dummy Miller, it's been long over with Jess, stop with the wishful thinking.
"Reagan, what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to arrive tomorrow?" Nick couldn't help but sound morose.
"Why so glum Nicky? I thought you would have been glad not to have to pick me up at the airport. I know how lazy you are in the morning."
"Ugh, I'm not lazy Reagan, I work night shifts." His tone was irate.
"Jesus Nick, what crawled up your ass?" Reagan sneered as she rotated her stool so she was no longer facing him. "I thought you would have been more excited to see me? After all I am doing you and your friends a favour by moving in and paying a portion of the rent." shooting him a look of disdain over her shoulder.
Feeling exasperated, Nick threw his towel over his shoulder and exhaled, "It's nothing Reagan. I'm sorry that I jumped down your throat." he began rubbing his thumb over his knuckles hard, this was another one of his nervous twitches, "Say how about I make you a drink? You want an old fashioned?"
Reagan twisted her stool back in his direction and smirked up at him, "Sure Nick, an old fashioned sounds great." Nick turned to grab a low ball glass and began putting ice in it.
"Say when do you think we can go furniture shopping? I was hoping that we could get rid of that vile bed of yours."
Nick looked up at her a little annoyed, "Umm... jeez Reagan, I don't know. I just got back to L.A. yesterday and I still have to settle up some paperwork and bills for the bar. Besides don't you want to get yourself settled first?"
"Ahh, come on Nick, I was hoping we could go tomorrow and at least get you a new mattress and bedsheets. I don't really feel like sleeping on your nasty old bed, who knows how many bar wenches you've satisfied yourself with on that thing." she jeered at him.
Nick instantly recognized that she was trying to get under his skin and he could feel his temperature rising, but he really didn't feel like starting a screaming match with her, especially in the middle of his own establishment.
Nick and Schmidt had worked really hard to keep this place running. And ever since they took over from Clyde, business had been booming. He knew if he were to lose his temper in the middle of the bar during peak hours, that Schmidt would hang him by his balls. And to be honest, he was really beginning to enjoy his new role as manager/owner, so he didn't want a slight annoyance (Reagan) to destroy their success.
He leered at her, "Ok Reagan, you win. We will go shopping for a new mattress tomorrow."
"Oh, that's wonderful Nicky!" Pleased with herself, Reagan leaned over the bar towards him and ruffled his hair, "And new linens too." she shouted as she spun herself away from him and jumped off her bar stool.
"I'm going to head home now, can I get your keys? I'd like to take a shower and get to bed early." Nick patted his pocket and reached in to grab his set, reluctantly handing them over to her.
As she snatched them from his grip, she shouted at him from over the bar, "Don't stay up all night, and make sure you come straight to bed when you get home. I want to go shopping first thing after breakfast. And we should go to the locksmith to get a set of keys cut for me as well." with that last breath, she whipped herself around and quickly bounded for the door.
Feeling shell shocked, Nick rubbed the back of his neck and glanced around the bar. He noted that both Winston and Schmidt were no shows tonight. He was really hoping that they would have been there to offer some respite from the ill feelings he was holding towards Reagan, What the hell am I going to do now? Whatever possessed me to agree to allow her to move in with us? Oh that's right, I didn't, she just said she was moving in and well here she is.
Jess had made her way home safely. Unfortunately Cece wasn't available, because she had to accompany Schmidt to some last minute work function and said they probably wouldn't be home until really late. And once again Winston was over at Aly's and she was left alone to her own devices.
So there was Jess, in her blue and white polka dot pajamas and bunny slippers, all cuddled up on the couch with her floral duvet wrapped around her while indulging herself in Dirty Dancing and a bucket of Ben & Jerry's; tears streaming down her face, dreading the moment when Nick and his super-hot girlfriend would return home.
She was about halfway through her movie and bucket of ice cream when she heard the keys in the door. Jess grabbed the remote and swiftly turned off the TV. She spun herself around searching for a place to hide her massive bucket of ice cream, but as the door opened she threw the bucket behind the couch.
Quickly she dived down and rolled herself up into a ball, cocooning herself in the blanket, doing her best to try and pretend to be asleep. The last thing she wanted was to have Nick and Reagan walk in on her eating a half bucket full of ice cream and mascara running down her face.
She laid quietly listening to the click clack of high heels make their way down the hall and shortly after the shower began to run. That must be Reagan, but where's Nick? I didn't hear him come in. Jess sat upright and listened intently. Whoever it was, they were now in the shower. "Nick, are you here?" no response.
Clambering her way down the hall, she allowed the duvet to fall to the floor. She shuffled her bunny clad feet towards the bathroom and opened the door slowly. "Nick is that you?"
Reagan shot her head out of the shower curtain, "Oh Hey Jess, it's just me. Nick is working until 3 tonight. I hope you don't mind, but I had a hectic day and late flight, so I decided to come home a bit early and get cleaned up before going to bed."
Home?, Jess didn't know if she could ever get used to Reagan referring to her home as her own.
"Hey Jess, Is this your vanilla body wash? Would you mind if I use it?"
"Umm... sure no problem."
"Ok, great. I also found some coconut, strawberry shampoo. I assume that is yours as well, but I wouldn't be surprised if it belonged to Schmidt!?" It was more of a statement rather than a question. "I'm going to use this too."
"Oh sure Reagan, no problem use whatever you need." she began to exit herself from the bathroom and muttered under her breath, "Why don't you just use my towel too while you're at it, you already have the love of my life, you skank!"
"Hmm... Did you say something Jess, I couldn't hear you over the water."
"Oh nothing Reagan, Nick's towel is the red one. I think it's clean, if you want to use that."
Jess snapped the bathroom door back open and hurried herself back down the hall to her bedroom, picking up her comforter along the way.
She quietly shut her bedroom door and locked it, before flicking her light off and throwing herself down onto her mattress. Jess had enough drama the past two nights and desperately needed to sleep. She didn't know how much more she could take and the last thing she wanted to do was sit up all night and play nicey nice with Nick's playmate.
Nick rolled in around 4:30am absolutely exhausted.
One of the regular's had drank himself silly and didn't have enough money to cab it home. So being the usual nice guy that he was, Nick agreed to drive him.
The guy lived on the other side of town and while there was no traffic at 3am, it was still about a 35 minute drive there and back.
Nick made his way over to the fridge and stole a beer from the bottom drawer, it was most likely Schmidt's, because it was some 4% fancyman beer, not his regular Heisler. Nick made a mental note that he would need to pick up a case tomorrow.
As he turned his body towards the sofa he scrunched up his nose; there was a brown sticky substance running from somewhere underneath the couch. What the hell is that?
Nick made his way over towards the couch and there on the floor was a bucket of Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Therapy completely toppled upside down. He crouched down to pick up the bucket and noticed that the sweet sticky treat had oozed out all over the floor and under the couch. "Jesus Christ" Nick audibly shouted to himself. This had to of been Jess'
He tossed the bucket into the trash and began searching for the mop. Now where the hell does that OCD moron keep these things? Nick hardly cleaned, but he wasn't that much of an oaf to leave melted ice cream all over the floor.
Nick promptly gave up his search and resorted to using an entire roll of paper towels to clean up the mess. Schmidt can get out the mop and bucket tomorrow and do a thorough sterilization of the living area.
Still riled up, he plunked himself down on the couch and placed his beer onto the wooden coffee table. He reached for the remote and hit the on switch, that's when an image of Patrick Swayze and Jennifer Grey displayed itself across the still broken TV screen.
Nick glanced back towards the hallway where Jess and his room were separated by no more than 4 feet. Putting two and two together, it dawned on him that Jess had been watching Dirty Dancing while gorging on ice cream, which probably also meant that she had been crying as well. But over who? Me? He began rubbing his neck like he always does when he gets nervous. Nah Nick, you're crazy, she was probably thinking about Sam again.
Nick stood up and guzzled down the last of the girly beer. He thought twice about the bottle and decided it was best if he tossed it into the recycling bin. He wouldn't want to leave any evidence that would make Schmidt suspect that he was the one who had left a sticky mess behind. Ahh, who am I kidding? Schmidt is going to blame me anyways. After all my nick name is Sticky Nicky for Fucks Sake!
He turned out the kitchen light and made his way down the hall towards the washroom to ready himself for bed.
After he had brushed his teeth, he headed back to his room. As he entered he noticed the small figure lying on his side of the bed. Man this girl is really getting on my last nerve, now she is taking over my side of the bed. He slipped off his pants and climbed in beside her.
He laid down facing her backside and that's when he got a whiff of her, not Reagan, but Jess. He cuddled in close taking in the glorious scent of her hair and body. There's no way! That can't be Jess, can it? He went to wrap his arm around her and that's when she shifted, "Come on Nick, it's fucking late." Nick jumped up and looked down at the dark haired figure. That is most definitely not Jess.
Eye's wide, he laid himself back down and turned over to face his closet door. He reached behind himself trying to grab onto what was left of HIS blankets. He finally managed to grasp a small corner of the comforter, but didn't have any luck, instead Reagan had rolled herself over violently taking the remainder of the blankets with her.
With the small space that was left, Nick resorted to pulling up his side of the bed sheets and balled himself up into a fetal position. He was just so fucking tired, that he didn't care anymore. He finally just closed his eyes and fell asleep shortly after.
I hope you're enjoying this so far, I apologize for any grammar, punctuation and spelling errors. I don't have a beta. And you maybe be able to tell already that I am Canadian, so I write favour instead of favor.
I think Megan Fox's character is great on the show, but as you can tell, I am really hoping they make her out to be a real snobby bitch. I just want Nick to realize that he should be with someone more like Jess.
ok have a good night. I hope to keep updating soon.