Elyssa J'

“Now why would I share my life with a drunk guy I barely even know” the girl stated as her hazel orbs got fixed on him, and on the liquid amber inside his half empty glass. Her throat itched as she suddenly felt thirsty for the alcohol she wasn’t drinking. “oh what the hell- chances are you’re not even gonna remember any of this tomorrow” she shrugged nonchalantly and plopped down beside him on the large sofa, accepting the drink he’d offered her before. She didn’t glanced at him, though, when she poured a generous amount of the liquor on her glass and placed it between her lips to give the first gulp. “okay- new game, one shot one question, but you first; why are you drinking?”

“Why not?”  a smirk spread across dark features as he felt hazel eyes lock on his. Reaching his hand behind him,  he  retrieved his glass,  quickly  downing  the  remaining  liquid.  Immediately he  refilled  it,   taking  it  with  him  to  the  nearby sofa, as well as the  BOTTLE  for  when his glass inevitably needed to be replenished, and the extra glass for the brunette who fell down beside him. Setting  his down on the  coffee table for a moment,  he passed off the empty glass, and the bottle for the girl to pour herself a drink, which in  hindsight he ought to’ve done himself  –––he  HAD  invited  HER to drink with him, after all. “Okay,” he replied with a laugh,  reaching over to grab his  drink,  taking a sip, “Well that’s in  easy  one  –––––cos I  WANT  to. Now you”  brows  raised  up  before finishing up the liquid in the short glass “Why H A V E N ’T you been?”

The girl looked at him with a rather confused expression, since only a few minutes ago he was asking her to leave. But, despite how much she wanted to open that door and leave the little brat there until he eventually passed out, she turned to look at him once more before giving him a gentle smile. “what made you change your mind?” her head tilt to the side as she crossed her thin arms against her chest “oh you really dont want me here, i’m not a good company these days, or so, that’s what people said” with a light shrug she made eye contact with the man for a brief moment before turning down his offer. “and no, thanks, i think i’m gonna pass, no offense but i’m trying to cut down on alcohol. Trust me, you don’t want to see that side of me”

An almost disheartened expression crossed the guitarist’s features as the brunette declined his offer. Not that he   BLAMED her, considering how he’d been acting towards  her  only  moments  before. Finding the nearest surface, he set down the glass  “Jus’  a   poor  attempt   at an apology,  I s’pose”  he  replied setting his own glass down as well “ ‘n  sorry, I-I uh didn’t know that you uh didn’––”  he made a quick gesture  to the more than half-drunk  bottle of  whiskey that  sat on  the counter before narrowing reddened eyes  “Is that  why  you  don’  think  you’re  good company?”  an  almost  curious  smile  hovered  on his lips “Or’s  there another reason I should know about?”

The girl looked at the man slightly irritated by his behaviour, and even more so after he attacked her pointing the fact that she didnt have the right to tell him what to do. “you’re right” she softly said turning on her heels to exit the door, but before doing it she stopped slowly on her tracks, turning to look at the drunken man one last time before walking to where she knew he kept the rest of his glasses, “although, you might prefer to drink that one slowly, it seems like its a very good old scotch” she said in her honeyed voice after returning with a clean glass ready to be fill “we wouldn’t want that expensive bottle to go to waste now, would we?. Here, let me-” she offered to pour some of the amber liquid on the glass before handing it over to the musician “if you’re going to drink your ass off, at least do it with style”

Eyes  pressed closed as a long exhale was expelled through his nose. He wasn’t TOO drunk to see how  pissed he was making the brunette with his frankly juvenile  behavior. Long  fingers  moved  to  pinch  the bridge  of  his  nose  before  reaching  out of accept the  small  crystal glass. For a few moments he considered letting the girl simply  LEAVE without saying another  word to her,  but decided  to act  otherwise as she approached the door  “ W a i t ”  the word  cracked  as  it  left  his mouth,  though  successfully   caught  her   attention.  Without  saying  another word,  he headed  over to the cabinet,  and grabbed her out a glass, though didn’t pour anything into it ––––yet. “ Can I at least offer you a drink?  As, I dunno, an…an apology fer being a, uh… ”   he gave his head a shake as hands made wide gestures “ …an ass. I’ve uh  got pretty much  ‘nything ya might want so, ”  he gestured his hands again “ so uh, you can STAY if you’d like ”

why don’t you make me?

i like you better on your knees.

i can think of a few ways to shut you up.

i wonder if you’re as loud in bed as your are everywhere else.

try and stop me.

is that a complaint i hear?

i hope you’re not too fond of that shirt.

why are you siting over there? there’s a perfectly good lap right here.

i thought you liked it when i was bossy.

are you saying this doesn’t turn you on?

i can tell you’re hot and bothered from all the way over here.

i hope you don’t plan on walking much tomorrow.

you’re not the boss of me.

you’re hot when you’re angry.

don’t make me come over there.

i’m this close to taking you over my knee.

you’re being an awfully bad boy/girl.

you know you want it.

you sure talk a big game… but can you live up to it?

i’m not sure you could handle me.

“Okay, enough. You know what? gimme that” the girl attempted to take the bottle out of the musician’s hands but just as she was about to do it, the man lolled his head and gave another long drink leaving her with a free hand on the air and the other where his head was supposed to be at before he moved. With a sigh, the brunette placed both of her hands on her hips trying to look upset. “seriously? you’re acting like a five year old, and I don’t mean that in a sexy way” she huffed, giving him a disbelieving stare “gimme the bottle, NOW.” 

With  a slosh coming from the liquid inside,  the glass bottle was peeled from the guitarist’s lips, the  crooked grin that was plastered on them falling  “ N o, why should I? ”  annoyance  now marred his normally smooth accent as lips curled downwards, and his brows furrowed. Who the  hell  was SHE to try to take away his booze? As far as  HE knew  he  wasn’t  harming  anybody   but  himself. Normally the guitarist  wasn’t  a   terribly   belligerent  drunk   (though  perhaps he was given  someone else’s  opinion),  but  given  his   CURRENT  mood, there was no  better way to describe him.  He  clutched  the  bottle  in close  to  his  chest,   standing  as  upright  as  he  could,  towering  over  the  brunette “ Who gave  y o u  the right to think you could jus’ waltz over ‘n take m’ whiskey away, hmm? ”

THREE WORD STARTERS || ACCEPTING

After pouring the scotch into two large glasses, elyssa returned to the living room, where the golden maned man was awaiting for her. She catch him staring at her when she walked past him to place the drinks on the table and couldn’t help but bit her lip as her whole skin was set on fire.

Suddenly, she listened carefully to the soft music, and smiled instantly when she recognized the tune. “So I guess I should consider myself lucky” she playfully added after he told her how he’d only played the beatles on special occasions. “I forgot that I have that album, but its actually really good” she cooed softly plopping on the couch and began humming the song quietly while her hazel orbs met up with his “so, Mr. Busy” she joked, smiling teasingly as she patted the empty spot next to her inviting him to go sit “When do you leave?” not that she was too thrilled with the idea of him leaving soon, but she’d remember he mentioned something about having to leave soon for an upcoming tour, so regardless, she wanted to enjoy whatever time she had left with him.

It was late at night when elyssa got into her car and drove off without saying where. without leaving a “goodbye” note. She’d been dealing with a lot lately, first, she found out for the person she’d least imagine that her boyfriend was cheating on her with her best friend, or, ex best friend. Then, her mother left her and her brother for an older man, who, apparently, had always been the love of her life and she couldn’t wait to start living a single and reckless life with him, away from their kids, and away from everything that, according to her, reminded her of her failed marriage.

And now, elyssa was stuck in a town that she hated with people that had hurt her her whole life, she needed to find a place in where she could feel free again, and safe. That, and the fact, that her brother had decided to dump everything and start a new life too away from there, made her realized that she was wasting her best years crying on a man who clearly didnt give a damn about her, as well, as whining that her mother couldn’t love her a little bit more. So, in an attempt to do things quickly she drank a full bottle of her finest old scotch, packed her bags with the necesarry amount of clothes, and drove off. Where she was going to, she didn’t know, but any place seemed as good as anyone to start living a brand new life.

After a few hours of heavy driving she stopped on a semi-decent hotel to get some sleep. It was pretty late and she was tired, so she thought she could rest for one more night before continuing with her escape plan. After all, what was one more night?…what harm could it make?

Surprised by the sudden feeling of two strong arms around her, she tried to turn her head a little to the side, to see the face behind her, although when she did and found out that it was no other than george, she giggled, that cute girlish giggle, and with a soft shake of her head, she finished turning around completely to face him, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“I don’t want to do this, george” her voice barely a whisper as she tried to roll down the window to let some of the fresh air in. She was beginning to feel sick and nauseous. “I can’t do this. I changed my mind, get me back home” what a coward she was, but the minute she saw that bright sign flashing through her eyes, she saw all the things that scared her too, and right now she wasn’t feeling brave enough to deal with the future. “please take me back home, I’m not going to do this. I can’t-” she sobbed