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 Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 6:41 am
Grace half smiled at her comment and placed her glass against her chin. She couldn't remember the last time anyone had told her they liked her, in fact this could quite possibly be the first time in history; her boyfriends had left with shattered ideologies, egos and once a shattered skull, her family had unofficially divorced themselves from her emotionally and she had driven every superficial friend away by picking an insignificant flaw and destroying them with it. Perhaps this was a good thing -- a lop-sided friendship over drinks could be therapeutic.
This could work.
"God bless goldfish." Grace raised her glass appreciatively and drank deeply from its contents before making a noncommittal grunt at Mara's following comment.
"Ridiculous, you say?" she said throatily, resting her head against her free hand.
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 9:44 am
Mara followed in the semi-toast that followed the goldfish comment.
“Hear, hear,” she said, downing the rest of her drink, coughing a bit at Grace’s suggestion: this was going to be a long story. “Ridiculous doesn’t even begin to do it justice.”
Mara rested her cheek on her palm, leaning on the bar heavily as the memories of her many failed relationships came flooding back to her.
“Well,” be began, laughing lightly at the thought, “first there was the boy that worked at the record store. He was my first boyfriend. We bonded over music, he was pretty cute. Then he realized he loved his guitar more than me, literally. I walked in on him...well let’s just say it was definitely the strangest experience of my life. That ended in a rather horrifying manner.”
Mara cleared her throat and shuddered a little at the thought.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 12:42 pm
As the night dragged on, Grace listened and occasionally gave a noncommittal nod as Mara recounted a portion of her relationships; the man who she caught in the arms of another woman, the man who she caught in the arms of another man; the man with chest hair so thick that it had far surpassed the confines of chest hair and had become a mane --
"And he hid it under a collared shirt? Huh."
-- the man who overcompensated by divulging in sexual innuendo and crude humor until he was publicly humiliated by his best friend who accidentally pulled down his underwear with his pants, emasculating him in front of his friends; the man who called out the wrong name in bed; the man who suffered from narcolepsy and was found in a compromising position at a strip club after falling asleep on a prostitutes thigh; the man who used to be a girl, the girl who used to be a man (and quite frankly still looked like a man); the narcissistic, ego-maniacal, compulsive liar --
"Why don't you crack out the 'saurus next time, Mara."
-- and the man who was convinced that, at every turn of the full moon at midnight, he would turn into a werewolf. Grace laughed appropriately and downed the last of her umpteenth whisky, her eyes burning and her mouth dry as she glanced down at her watch.
"I think-- I think we should head-- probably head back home."
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 1:52 pm
Mara opened her mouth wide and attempted to yell “home?!” yet the sound that escaped her lungs was something that could barely be described as a squeak. The woman got up quickly from the barstool only to feel the intense rush of alcohol-filled blood flow to her head. The bar spun before her eyes as she used a hand to steady her unbalanced body. She slowly and meticulously regained her prior seat and nodded in agreement with Grace’s suggestion. Mara waved down a drink of water with a voice so hoarse it was hardly audible.
“May-maybe we should call Leon,” she said after a hearty drink of water. “He is my b***h!”
Mara let out was an attempt at a hearty laugh, yet choked on the little moisture in the back of her throat and began coughing. The bartender gazed at the young woman with a worried expression.
“Let me call him for you,” he offered gently.
Mara fumbled with her phone in one hand, covering her mouth to cough with the other. She managed to retrieve her cell phone and placed it a little too roughly on the counter.
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 2:06 pm
"You have to appre-- appreciate bitchin' taxis." Grace said in agreement, leaning a hand against the counter to support herself and blinking away the fog that had begun to form around the corners of her eyes. With a self-assured c**k of her head, Grace turned towards the bartender and gave an expression of mock disappointment, her tongue clicking against the back of her teeth.
"You'll have to excuse her, she's drunk."
Smiling a crooked smile, Grace placed a hand against her temple, her stomach suddenly beginning to protest the blatant abuse of her liver. In hindsight she probably shouldn't have consumed as much alcohol as she had, but regardless of what was undoubtedly going to be a ******** of a hangover tomorrow, she couldn't deny that she had had a relatively good time. Not to herself, at least. Blinking the room back into focus, Grace looked towards the bartender and tapped her fingers pointedly.
"Excuse me, this woman is with cabbage, you mind-- you mind hurryin' it up a bit?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 2:22 pm
“With cabbage,” Mara mumbled in agreement, nodding. “Chop, chop!”
The bartender scowled and called Leon’s number. Mara took in a deep breath and sat up straight; the water had helped sober her up a little, at least enough to stop her vision from doing that ridiculous swirling.
“He’ll be here in 15 minutes,” said the bartender after a brief conversation.
“Woah,” Mara said, blinking rapidly. “That was fast.”
She laughed lightly at that, even though it wasn’t particularly funny in the least. ‘Oh god,’ Mara thought to herself. ‘Am I drunk.’ Despite her stark awareness of her current state of intoxication, Mara’s cerebellum did not particularly agree with her: the movements and words which she was performing were not aligning with the intended thoughts. Wonderful.
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 2:13 pm
Grace placed two firm hands against Mara's shoulders, her fingers twitching against the fabric.
"Excuse us," she mumbled, leaning against Mara's back to push her forward and out the door. Had it not been for the support of the other woman's back, Grace would have knocked at least one of the chairs, a glass and a chipped pool cue from the empty tables, her balance questionable at best as she relaxed all of her weight against Mara. Once outside, Grace moved to stand parallel with her counterpart, giving up all pretense of able direction and resting against Mara's shoulder. There was a comfortable pause, the kind of pause that followed a reasonably pleasant night of hard drinking before Grace sucked in a quick breath and clicked her tongue.
"Y'know, I don't think we paid."
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