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"I'm drunk." I say to no one in particular.
I'm swaying on the dance floor at Club Prism and the music is way too loud for me to have a decent conversation. That makes me a bit sad but the music is soooooo GOOD. >:) I don't really get why everyone is jumping up and down but I've never really been in the loop of thangs.
My dance moves are killer, I'm moving and grooving- I swear I could kill it on So You Think You Can Dance. I know I can dance. I know it so much, I decide to declare it out loud.
"I KNOW I can dance!"
I swear, the industry will change a full 360 with my moves- I'm super revolutionary! That one person I saw on that one commercial pales in comparison to me. How many millions will I demand for my awesomeness?
'I guess I'll have to volunteer my time as a judge but it'll be for the bettering of young-'
"OW! What the fuck dude!?" I scream. This spiky blonde haired douche stomped on my toe!
"Sorry!" He yells back and then he keeps on jumping up and down like he's on a damn pogo stick.
I want to get back into my awesome dancing but I just can't. I've lost my muse. The music isn't awesome anymore, it's just repetitive thumping now.
I push my way off of the dance floor to look for Ross. Surprisingly, the bartender female from last week-Fantasia I think her name is, remembered us and got us some seats upstairs.
"Wake up bitch!" I scream at Ross. He's slumped over in his seat. He thought that he could drink more than me, HA! I showed him! "My mattress is ready to receive me! I said WAKE UP!!"
He finally stirs, but to add an extra incentive- I grab the glass of ice water on our table and pour the contents on his crotch. Success! Ross jumps up fully awake.
"What the fu-" He starts, I interrupt because his speech isn't productive.
"I'm ready to go. Since you fell asleep that means that you are in no shape to drive. Gimme your keys." I hold out my hand and Ross hands them over. I grab his arm and search the crowd. Ah-ha!
"Fantasia darlin! YOO-HOO! Hey! Can you drive me home? He's drunk, I'm drunk, we need a DD. I don't necessarily care about what you do to him as payment. PLEASE!?"
"Actually my name is-"
"GREAT!" She took the keys out of my hand and that's all I care about. Ross is looking around in a daze so we both have to pull him to the car. We throw him in the back seat and I sit in the front with Miley. It rhymes with smiley, she sure is smiling a lot and laughing.
As I direct her towards my home, Ross decides he wants to start moaning but I tell him to shut up because I can't see straight with all of his noise. Miley sure gets a kick out of that one.
"Stop here!" I yell. Miley slams on breaks and I hear a thud from the backseat and Ross moans again.
I could invite them in but I'm tired plus I don't really know this Susan all that well.
"Thanks for the ride! Take good care of him, or else! Remember! I know where you work Susan!" She hoots with laughter again but I ignore it.
I hear a muffled, "Bye Phoebe!" from the backseat and then the car is speeding down the street.
It takes me forever to climb up the stairs. WHY ARE THERE SO MANY STAIRS!? By the time I get to my floor, I'm winded.
I pass by a man standing in front of a door, his girlfriend kicked him out I guess. I stop in my tracks when I see my neighbors 'Welcome' mat. Now I know that I've gone too far. I turn back around and go to the nearest door, which is the one with the man standing in front of it.
He's looking at me and I'm looking at him. Then it hits me.
"Mr. M? Whatcha doin here?" I open my door and he follows me inside. As soon as I pass the threshold I'm taking off my shoes and clothes. I feel all sweaty and my feet are tingly from my heels.
"Well I wanted to see you again. I stopped by yesterday night but I'll assume that you were at work?" He closes my door and stands back watching my every move. I can feel his eyes on my body. I know he can't help himself, my body's luscious.
Fully naked now, I walk to my fridge because I'm thirsty. I answer him only after I drink my entire bottle of water, it's not as good as alcohol but it seems to take care of my thirst.
"I GUESS I was at work but I don't really know. I'm a very busy female." I nod my head agreeing with my statement.
Mr. M chuckles but says nothing. What's up with everyone laughing tonight?
"Anyway, I'm going to bed and there's a strict 'No Boys Allowed' policy." I huff at him.
Mr. M gets in my space, places his finger under my chin, tilts my head forward, and looks me in the eye.
"Good thing I'm not a boy." His voice is low and my body heats up even though my brain thinks nothing of the change in his vocals.
"Nope." I say and back away from him. All of a sudden I'm colder and goose bumps rise up on my skin. "You sure aren't a boy but you can't join me either."
"Why not?" He looks a bit confused and it makes me giggle.
After I'm done I try to make my face stern again. "Because the last time you were in my bed, you left the next morning. I don't appreciate that. If you don't plan on staying the night then you might as well leave now."
"Phoebe-"
"Nope! I knew it. You aren't planning on staying! Are you? Never mind. You can sleep on the couch since it's late. I'm going to bed." With nothing else left to say I march to my bed.
During the night I cried and then I felt warmth spreading through my body but instead of waking up- I embraced the REM cycle taking place.
BAM! Sorry! I really do suck with schedules so I hope this makes up for the last two chapters. See y'all next Saturday!
Oh! How do you like drunk Phoebe?
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