damaged goods

Darby furrowed her brows. He was drunk, clearly. She could smell the alcohol wafting from his being. Something seemed really wrong and even though she could sense the strong vibes he gave off that said: Go Away, Darby turned and sat on the ground with her back against the bench’s seat instead. She pulled the water bottle she had in her apron pocket and set it on the ground beside her. That cough must have made Johann thirsty. Maybe he’d want some.

She sighed quietly and with a tone much weaker than she intended, she stuttered, “Y-you, um, aren’t going to get me to leave that easily…” Johann had done more for her than anyone she knew - except maybe his brother, who she understands was with him through a lot of it. Darby cared deeply about them both, especially Johann, and no one gets wasted and sleeps on a bench in a park for no reason.

Patiently, Darby sat and watched the sun rise slowly higher. She technically wasn’t supposed to work for another hour and a half anyway.

Johann could literally still feel her presence. For a while he was content with angrily glaring at the shadow that Darby cast on the back of the bench. One Mississippi- two Mississippi, three-- oh what the hell! Huffing, he gave up counting how long she intended to stay put. Turning around to face the front of the bench again, Johann carefully sat up. It felt as if his entire body was dismantled by his activities the night before. Although he couldn’t remember what he did exactly, that didn’t stop his head, limbs and the like from protesting the uncomfortable position that Johann had forced himself to endure. He couldn’t go home. It was clouded with memories that he wanted to avoid for the rest of his life.

“What?” The bitter edge that accompanied his address to Darby wasn’t directed at her. Squinting at the sunlight, his gaze fell to the bottle that stood at her feet. Of course she had to have water, Johann observed. He was more annoyed at the fact that he was dying for his thirst to be quenched rather than having to ask her for the bottle. “Sorry.” He mumbled in an attempt to amend his tone, although the gravelly sound to his voice didn’t help much. “Can,” he paused mid-sentence, assessing his word choice. Or should it be May? I should have paid attention in English. Oh well. Johann internally shrugged off his thoughts. “Can I have some?” He asked, his chin slowly gesturing to the bottle.

Addy smiled. “Ah, so you are getting married. Fantastic.” She said as she was beginning to move through the store. “The bride isn’t around here is she?” She asked as she began to pull out a few things. “Do you guys have a date set?” She asked as she set the small sample in front of him. “I’m sorrry I didn’t catch your name.” She said smiling at him.

“Hello welcome to Priceless Florals. My name is Addison. Is there anything in particular I can help you with?” She said, smiling at the new customer in the store.

johannparker

Text[unsent]: I literally just had a sex dream of you and your brother. Twinss. 

[text] some girl gave me your numberrr