"TT, I've been a horrible host. Why don't I show you how York gets down? I have new dresses in the shop and have been wondering how I'll get them out. You're a little expensive so I can't outright invite you. We'll glam up, take the new dresses out for a spin. What do you think?"
Drown my sorrows in beauty and liquor? Why the hell not, I don't want to drive myself crazy thinking about what Melissa said. Yep. Count me in, when have I ever faced my problems anyway. Count me in.
"You weren't lying when you said these dresses need to be taken out."
"Would I lie about that?" Margaret Theron, I don't know what I did in my previous life to deserve you.
"I have to admit, I'm pretty." You know I feel better when I can joke.
"Yes, the prettiest. And not a single modest bone in you."
I want to be but damn, girl in the mirror can turn heads. The naked back, long ass legs and the red lipstick... I can't be modest with good conscience, that would make me pretentious.
"Let's go. Let's go." Hello York!
"Slow down sister, we're going to eat first before any drinking can commence. I don't want to deal with throwing up Trent. She's a bitch."
Ok, my conduct in all my drunken moods is - unbearable. And Margaret has suffered the worst of them... Who said to reason with the unreasonable?
"You're taking me to a really slow club that you want to buy, aren't you?" While it's true I'm a handful after drinking in an empty stomach, which rarely happens I might add - I appreciate my image, thank you very much - she with good conscience would not volunteer to steer me away from doing so.
She's bribing me. With food and free drinks to give up my paycheck. Nicely done.
"Whatever do you mean, I'm plain looking out for you." Sure, let's go with that.
By the time we reach the club, she's convinced me to be the life of the party tonight. I was right, she's looking to buy it; apparently the place needs some invigorating and I'm at the right place, right time. Looking out for me - I'm too naive.
"You were right, this place is... they know they're here - out - to drink, have fun and debauchery right?"
"The owner apparently banned all of it in the beginning." A terrible joker. Was he unaware what kind of establishment he'd opened...why didn't he open a spa?
Bloody hell. I thought it would be a walk in the park. Clearly not...
"Let me get motivated first. I'll need a lot of motivation." She can do the work herself but wants to keep her image as boss lady. The sacrifices I make for friendship...
And she is supposed to be cheering me up. How did it get from not being about me?
Shot. Shot. Shot.
I wonder if Mama Jewel knows how her daughter feels, she'd leave me.
Shot. Shot. Shot.
Is it my fault her mother is caring?
Shot. Shot. Shot.
I didn't try to take her mother away, I hadn't known I was taking her away.
Shot. Shot. Shot.
Okay, I'm ready. Let me show you my work.
"Hi, Hi, Hello." A pretty woman on the mic and asking for you attention, how can you not grant it - right?
"I know, I know - you're wondering why this pretty girl is disturbing your...Uhm, leisure time right? I don't want to either but I'm new to York and this is so boring I just have to save it myself."
Skeptical? I can work with that. Outright rejection? Still can work with that. If I didn't love my own company, you can just image how much trouble I'd gotten myself into looking for company.
"I don't care if you don't want me to. I just know I have to because this place is...not fun."
Pour down cold water on them to clear their minds...
"Now I know I'm not the best singer but I definitely know I'm not the worst, so... let's start with good old, singing and dancing. I bet you guys can't do better than me."
Get them to try and move me from the stage, when the DJ plays the song... it's an anthem that everyone knows. So we drunk sing and fumble dance only... they're getting into party mode.
"Ladies, in your beautiful outfits; join me. We look so pretty tonight we have to show it off, right?"
And we do, dancing alone, dancing together, we're having fun. I can't feel my legs.
"Ouch." My forehead is bumping into well built chests lately. My poor flawless forehead...
"I don't know what I've done to you but don't victimize my forehead." Handsomeness, fancy meeting you here.
Aww, it is fate. Mr Bidder could sense were I was and follow my scent - probably not but I've been drinking, I'm feeling good and have no idea where I am.
"Mr Bidder, you can't be stalking me right? I'd hate to send such handsomeness to jail."
"And if you're stalking me, what'd you hate?"
"Me, stalk? I don't need to do that. That's right, I don't need to do anything. I won't do anything."
I didn't do anything. She's wrong about me.
"Okay. You've had enough, who's here with you?"
"Mar."
"Who's Mar?"
"The bestest friend in the whole wide world." The one person I'm sure I can count on.
"Where is she?"
"Who?"
"Your bestest friend."
"Hmm, I don't know. I haven't seen her tonight. I made new friends."
His patience is outstanding, sure enough - handsomeness is different from mortal beings. He must have come all the way to see me, right? First time he saw me he felt he had to see me again - second time technically but who's counting? Leaning on him feels heavenly. Strong, steady, safe and warm.
I'm feeling sleepy...
"I want to sleep." If I wasn't wearing a tight short dress, I'd have hugged him like a Koala. When last did I feel comfort in the arms of the opposite sex - never?
Strong and steady. Steady and strong.
"And where would you like to sleep?"
"Home."
"Where's home?"
"I don't know."
"Don't blame me tomorrow."
What a joyous thing, I don't have a hangover and my body doesn't feel like it's been hit by a truck. I learned not to overdo? No - doesn't sound like me. Till I look around the room and it's one I've never seen before.
What did I do?
It'll matter after I've taken a shower. Damn it, Margaret Theron, how did you chaperone last night?
Feeling ready to face the consequences of my bad choices after getting refreshed - not the best at prep talk,
"You're awake..." I almost lost a step. Damn. Drunk me isn't blind after all. Mr Bidder, I knew you and I were meant to be.
"Good morning." I'm feeling bashful - no, not saying it for the hell of it, I don't sleep around okay? Waking up at a guy's house is a new thing for me - believe it or not.
"It's afternoon." So hot. I'm not sure if it's the weather or just me. This time I'm really bashful.
"Good afternoon."
"Come and have something to eat."
Now that he mentions it, I'm feeling quite hungry. For food, just for food.
It's not like I've noticed how hung he is in a white shirt - at all. Are formal shirts this...enticing nowadays?
"Where do you need to go? I'll drop you off." He says as I'm filling my stomach.
"It's fine, I can call a taxi. I wouldn't want to inconvenience you." My heart doesn't agree, it wants to be an inconveniences. It's not my heart that doesn't agree, it's the vain me that's screaming at me.
"No problem, I'm heading into town."
"Thank your wife for the clothes for me." I did not just say that...
"I'm not married."
"Your girlfriend then..." Shut me up.
"No girlfriend." Well then...
I can breathe easier knowing I'm not a homewrecker. My priorities are a little off here, I know but understand me, I'm feeling social pressure too. It's not easy to see an ex-fiance get married quickly after our break up.
What's that saying? To get over a broken heart, find the best the opposite sex has to offer. Something along those lines and God, is he the best or is he the best?
Please, don't judge me.