I changed the very end of this chapter just a bit after watching tonight's episode. It was actually a really good show tonight, so I'm going to try and roll with it. Nick and Jess were great and I'm so happy to finally see that spark between them again. Oh and Zooey is clearly pregnant.
"Shit! Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit!"
Jess could hear Reagan hollering from somewhere out in the living room. She immediately reached for her glasses and glanced over at her alarm clock; it was just past 10pm. She threw herself up out of bed and stumbled towards her bedroom door.
"Hey, what's going on out here?" Jess squeaked as she pushed her glasses up onto her nose. She could see Reagan crouched down behind the couch mewling as she picked up broken pieces of dishware and threw them into a crumpled up moving box.
"YOU!" Reagan shouted as she shot up and pointed an accusatory finger at her.
Still flushed from her arousal only moments earlier, Jess couldn't help but swallow and stare at Reagan. How much could she know, did Nick tell her what happened? Maybe I said his name a little too loudly while I was dreaming... Jess shook her head. No, she couldn't have heard.
"Just stay away from me!" she warned.
"Ummm... are you ok Reagan?"
"Ok? Do I look ok?"
"No, well, um... actually your hand is bleeding." Scurrying past Reagan, she grabbed a clean tea towel and a bottle of tequila from the kitchen counter before promptly returning to tend to her.
"Here." Jess offered, holding out the bottle and towel to Reagan.
Shooting Jess a look of contempt, Reagan snatched the blue cloth from her hand and carefully began wrapping her wound. "Thanks."
Jess removed the cap and took a swig straight from the bottle. Making a face, she shook the vessel back in Reagan's direction, "Want some?"
Reagan slightly hesitated, but gave in. "Sure, why not."
Seizing the tequila from Jess' grasp, she made her way over to the other side of the couch and plopped down. As she swallowed the harsh liquid, Reagan motioned for Jess to join her.
Plunking down next to her, Jess regained the bottle and took another drink, "How's the hand?"
"I'll live", Reagan proclaimed with a dour face.
Sitting silently, they continued passing the bottle back and forth for a few more minutes until Reagan finally piped up. "Jess, where did you go last night? I saw you leave the loft in your pajamas and it wasn't long after Nick had left to go sleep at the bar."
Jess was a little taken aback; when she had found Reagan sobbing on the floor, picking up the broken contents from her box, she couldn't help but hope that Nick had ended things with her. But clearly he hadn't nor had he told her about their intimate tryst from the late night evening/morning before.
"Reagan, I can't lie to you, I went to the bar last night..." Jess immediately detected the alarm in Reagan's eyes, "But trust me when I say this, we did not have sex!"
Ok so it was half true, but it just didn't feel right to be the one to tell Reagan. Besides, she was only partially responsible and Nick actually should be the one to tell her what happened.
Knowing Nick, he was probably in a drunken stupor, trying to build up the courage to tell Reagan what had happened. And Jess really didn't want to risk losing him by telling Reagan everything, especially since he hadn't even had a chance to talk to either of them yet; for all she knew, he may have considered the whole thing to be a horrible mistake and not even want to get back with her.
Reagan winced, "I wasn't even thinking that, but now that we are on the subject, why did you go there?"
Jess took another swig, feeling the warmth building in her belly.
Letting out a little hiccup, she turned to Reagan. "I needed to talk to him about Sam. That's why I was at the bar the night before; but when you had showed up, I decided to leave, so that you guys could have some time together." she lied.
Yanking the bottle from Jess' grasp, Reagan peered at her suspiciously, "hmmm... and you just talked? About Sam? And nothing else?"
"Mmmm... hmmm..." Jess nodded. "Hey do you want some wine?" she asked as she moved towards the kitchen trying to divert Reagan's attention away from the subject.
"Nah, I think I'm good. I'm working tomorrow."
"Ahh, come on, one glass." Jess chirped, promptly returning with two glasses and a bottle of pink wine.
After about 30 minutes, Jess felt like she was floating on a cloud and so began the drunken barrage of personal truths, well half truths.
Nick returned home that night to find both woman sprawled out on the couch, with half a bottle of tequila and an empty bottle of wine on the table. He also spotted the pile of broken dishes on the floor.
He began to panic and moon-walked right into his bedroom, quickly locking his door behind himself and began praying that he would be able to evade them both until at least Reagan left for work in the morning.
He barely slept that night, tossing and turning over the constant worry of what they had talked about.
It's not like he was avoiding telling Reagan, he just wanted to be able to sort things out with Jess first. And he wanted to make sure that they were both on the same page before he ended things with Reagan.
Bang, Bang, Bang... "Nick, unlock this door this instant! I'm going to be late for work!" Reagan yelled from behind his door.
Nearly falling out of bed, Nick rose from his slumber, wrapping his blanket up around his head and trudged towards the door before reaching to unlock it.
Reagan pushed her way in, almost knocking him over, and began grabbing her items from around the room.
"Your friend is a total lightweight!"
"Um... What exactly happened between you two last night?" Nick asked anxiously.
"Well, I was upset, because I never heard from you yesterday... And because Jess was with you at the bar the night before." she leered at him.
Nick's eyes went wide and he could feel the sweat begin to bead it's way down his back.
"But not to worry Nicky; Jess told me everything and I know she only went there to confide in you about Sam."
"She did? I mean yeah, she did."
Reagan was pulling on her pantyhose and hardly noticed how awkward Nick was acting, "Listen Nick, I'm really sorry about the other night. Will you let me make it up to you later?"
"Umm.. that's not a bad idea, but I'm working tonight." he lied, but only because he really wanted to figure out what was going on between him and Jess first.
"Alright fine then! But I want a piece of that ass later." Reagan approached him and gave him a loud open mouthed smooch right on the lips before moving towards the door.
Nick flinched a little, but tried his best not to show it.
She jerked the door open and spun back around, "Oh by the way, Jess totally still likes you."
"Wha... what are you talking about?" Nick was starting to get really anxious now, so anxious in fact that he could feel his sweat soaking right through his t-shirt; he was just thankful that his blanket was still wrapped around him.
"I'm not sure why exactly, but for some strange reason, and it could have been the alcohol talking... But she told me how lucky I was to be with you and that she still cares about you. However, she admitted that she won't ever tell you how she feels, because she's happy that you're happy."
Nick's eyes nearly bugged out of his head; he knew Jess couldn't really hold her liquor and tended to divulge her inner most secrets when she was drunk, but he never imagined that she would confide something like that to his girlfriend. If anything, he thought she would have spilled the beans about their unfaithfulness.
Nick tried to laugh it off "Honestly I'm flattered, but that's really strange."
"I know, right? Anyways, she seems harmless, so I'm not going to worry about it. Oh! don't forget the new mattress is coming this afternoon, so make sure you answer the buzzer."
"Yeah sure thing." Nick responded a little annoyed. He really didn't want to get rid of his bed, especially when he had the best sleep of his life the night when he had returned home from New Orleans.
"I gotta go, see ya later Nicky." She grabbed her purse and waved good bye before rounding her way out towards the front door.
Nick fell back onto his bed completely awestruck.
They were supposed to go for breakfast, but now it might have to wait until lunch, especially if she had drank too much. All he knew was that he really needed to talk to Jess before Reagan returned home.
BTW Zooey is apparently pregnant again. I'm really hoping the writers take this opportunity to have both Jess and Cece preggers at the same time, because I think it would be really funny to see Schmidt and Nick play Daddies.
I think now that I changed this, I may be able to manage a possible 3some