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| SOME KIND OF BLISS by Nan <<< part 3 PART 4 - DRINKING FEST The rest of the day you spend doing nothing, just talking to the guys, listening to music and beating Sean at computer games (hee hee). You have some food and you and James share a bottle of Jameson (He drinks most of it though. Pretends he needs it for his voice!), and you feel comfortable in their presence. So much so that you're still there come midnight before you even realize it was getting late. James walks you outside to help you hail a cab, his arm resting on your shoulder more because he needs the support than for affection. Or so you think. When he helps you in the car, he gives you a slight peck on the cheek and whispers in your ear: "I did mean it, you know." He gives you a look that under normal circumstances would be perceived as serious, but he's drunk out of his head and you really don't know what he means, you've been talking a lot for the past few hours. "What'd you mean James?" you ask, staring into his wonderful eyes but you straighten yourself out, not wanting 'that' to take over again. Lord knows what might happen. "I was going to leave the skin on" he says, chuckling, letting go of the cab and closing the door and allowing you to form your own opinion of what the hell that meant! The next day you go about your normal business, going to the market and trying to find half way decent CDs. When you get home (to your apartment anyway) you open the door and to your surprise find a note stuck underneath it. It reads simply: Tonight 10 o'clock Drinking fest James & Dave You grin in anticipation before you head for the shower. 9:30 pm: you're really nervous when you know there's no reason to be, just a couple of mates going out for drinks. Nothing else. You channel surf through mindless Spanish TV shows, finally settling on MTV. Which turns out to be a bad choice since all they're playing is Britney Spears and you want to bite her head off! You pace around your apartment, fiddling with your keys, checking your make-up (not like that's going to matter once you've downed a couple of drinks). At 10:15 you hear a bottle break outside your window. You go to the balcony and see James staring up at you, a guitar in hand, Dave looking down at the bottle (or should I say it's remains) disappointedly. "Hey, ready?" "Yeah, I'll be down in a minute" You think of it for a second and then grab a bottle of Tequila from your bar and head downstairs where Dave and James are having an argument over the absence of liquor and their joint intolerance of Spanish bars (completely fictional, that bit). James looks up when you come down. "Hey, you look nice," you look down your dress thinking 'did I overdo it?' " We seem to have a problem, we need to stop somewhere for more alcohol because we've just broken one of the bottles." "No problem" you say, bringing out your bottle from behind your back. James and Dave both grin, the latter snatches it from your hand and opens it, leading the way towards the beach humming something like "Good girl" in your direction. James smiles at you: "Yeah, good thinking. Now have I mentioned how much I like you?" "Don't worry James, the bottle is for everybody!" you can't help but smile and quicken your pace to catch up with Dave before he empties the bottle. "Very good girl, indeed" James grins and makes his way after you. He reaches you just as you've jealously snatched the bottle off Dave, giving him an angry 'share or face the consequences' glance before drinking out of it. You hand it to James who puts down his guitar for a second, then does the same and returns the alcohol to Dave. After a bit of walking it finally hits you: "One of the bottles?" you look up at James, amused. He takes out a bottle of Jameson from underneath his jacket and grins at you. "Oh and you were so concerned about sharing…" you say at him mockingly, the alcohol boiling in your veins. "No, I was just commenting that I liked you!" You blush furiously at his comment, then grin up at him and take his bottle, sitting down on a bench when you see Dave talking to some girl and you know that it's going to take a while… James sits down next to you, balancing the guitar against the bench, just staring off into nowhere and you look up at him, his profile illuminated by the dim city lights and you forget about your embarrassment. He looks at you slowly and you can't do anything but smile. After the two of you have finished off your bottle and Dave is still nowhere in sight you start looking for him, which is kind of difficult when you're drunk out of your mind. You walk into a pub, noticing him by the bar chatting up some (other) girl. James goes to talk to him and you lean back against the wall near the exit, your head spinning a bit. But a good spinning (if that's possible). Being as drunk as you are, you start swaying your hips to the music and some guy asks you to dance just as 'Ladythron' comes on. You glance at James and see that some girl is talking to him, so you take the bloke's hand and lead him to the floor. You place your arms around him and dance closely since this is one of your favourite songs, Thom Yorke's voice sending shivers down your spine. Or so you though because a second later you realize the guy's tongue is in your ear, but you don't care, you just continue dancing. Suddenly you nearly fall over as the guy lets you go, but you're too drunk to look up as you feel strong arms around you. "Are you ok?" it's only now that you realize you're dancing with James and you place your arms around him, resting your head on his shoulder and being extremely surprised by the fact that he's a very, very good dancer. The song ends, but he's still holding you and you look up. Everyone else in the room is chatting loudly but all you're aware of is the silence that has enveloped the two of you. His eyes are searching yours, you don't know what they're after and you look at him, confused. Then in the instant his lips meet yours, the entire world stops and ……… he stops too, apologizing madly until you grab the back of his head and push him back down, pressing your tongue against his welcoming mouth as you start swaying to the next song, even though in reality you're both oblivious to it's actual rhythm. You stop, your mind in a twirl as you push him away and try to make your way to the ladies before you vomit right there on the dance floor. As you swagger away you can vaguely see James looking in your direction, puzzled. Dave comes to collect you, obviously not getting what he was after from the Spanish girl, completely plastered and still carrying a pitcher of beer along with him. He drags you outside and towards the beach, babbling drunkenly whilst you feel yourself sobering up. Not because the effect of the alcohol was any less prominent but because of what just happened between you and James. You can see him from the corner of your eye, walking behind you, guitar in tow. PART 5 >>> <<< Nan’s stories |