Closer (Part I)
She sat and she stared. Staring is normally considered rude, but only if you’re drooling at the same time. If you’re panting, then you probably need to get help or jerk off someplace private.
He was happily chatting away with the other invitees. The smell of booze and cigarette smoke was everywhere; it curled up into her nose as she blew out a long drag she had taken from her own cancer stick. She watched as the smoke danced its way above her head diffuse seamlessly into the air around her. It was difficult to say whether or not she was enjoying herself. She swirled her drink around several times and never once lifted her gaze. She lifted it to her lips as she watched him laugh with the others. Blink. It was impossible to tell whether or not he was really drunk. She knew though, she knew him too well. She laughed into the Screwdriver and the ice wobbled at her lips, cold, she thought. She walked over to him slowly, pushing through the rest of the people at the party. Some were drunk and spilled on themselves and laughed it off with things like “Ha, I better wash this before I get home” or “I hope this blue shit doesn’t stain my white shirt” followed by guffaws of laughter of the others. The rest moved as she placed her hand on them to help make her path.
What was she going to say? It would have to be something interesting to get her into the conversation. Closer. Maybe offering to refill his now empty glass, or possibly just let him know she was still here. They went everywhere together, neither went home without the other. Maybe she would not stop at all and just keep on walking towards the bathrooms behind him. Heck, she might just talk to the guy behind him to make it seem like she was not focusing on him. Uh-oh. She was right in front of him, something quick; he looked at her and smiled in that smile she knew too well. Something, anything, everyone else was staring at her as she was just looking at him. Quick…
He was happily chatting away with the other invitees. The smell of booze and cigarette smoke was everywhere; it curled up into her nose as she blew out a long drag she had taken from her own cancer stick. She watched as the smoke danced its way above her head diffuse seamlessly into the air around her. It was difficult to say whether or not she was enjoying herself. She swirled her drink around several times and never once lifted her gaze. She lifted it to her lips as she watched him laugh with the others. Blink. It was impossible to tell whether or not he was really drunk. She knew though, she knew him too well. She laughed into the Screwdriver and the ice wobbled at her lips, cold, she thought. She walked over to him slowly, pushing through the rest of the people at the party. Some were drunk and spilled on themselves and laughed it off with things like “Ha, I better wash this before I get home” or “I hope this blue shit doesn’t stain my white shirt” followed by guffaws of laughter of the others. The rest moved as she placed her hand on them to help make her path.
What was she going to say? It would have to be something interesting to get her into the conversation. Closer. Maybe offering to refill his now empty glass, or possibly just let him know she was still here. They went everywhere together, neither went home without the other. Maybe she would not stop at all and just keep on walking towards the bathrooms behind him. Heck, she might just talk to the guy behind him to make it seem like she was not focusing on him. Uh-oh. She was right in front of him, something quick; he looked at her and smiled in that smile she knew too well. Something, anything, everyone else was staring at her as she was just looking at him. Quick…
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