a Pinch of Mitch

I feel indifferent. I guess I can’t always have things my way. Hm, I guess I can check you out some time. 

Does it come with a raise?  If not, then I understand your feelings.  Great, I’m going to hold you to that. 

I don’t think that is necessary.

I like how considerate of others time you are.  It’s really enduring. But it’s no trouble at all.  

I suppose they are..

I know they are...  I have a tap measure if you aren’t sure.  I could bring it by for you. 

Rachel: poked her tongue out, freeing her childish manners. "If you keep the same pace tonight, we'll be two people with a sudden loss of memory!" She exclaimed, with a certain pride in herself for putting so many words one after the other. "I like comfy!" She repeated, moving gently her feet, well, trying to. "I want to know if I left a cereal killer in my house." She marked a pause and started giggling. "A cereal killer!" And she started to laugh, although her fatigue made her calm down fast. "What what you're saying, chef." Rachel gave him a warning and tried to tap his arm with her wrapped foot. "I can't say I've met many playful women, but give them a good champagne and they'll be dancing on tables." She asserted, with a sudden seriousness. "Not that I've done it, no, not at all." She clarified before she started yawning, hiding her mouth behind the blanket.

Rachel: sighed exaggeratedly. "Chances are that I won't remember anything by tomorrow... Nah. I'm not like that." Which was correct, she had a true gift of remembering her worst mistakes to the point she blamed it on her sense of perfectionism. To change the sudden mood drop, she, like a child, poked her tongue out, then, again, made her laugh. She could not even recall the last time she was that drunk, but, clearly, she was not in the same state as euphoria. She tried to wave the bottle goodbye when he took it away only to wiggle her way out of her blanket to help him set her legs on his lap. "You're comfy." Rachel commented, nodding in a very serious manner. "My, my, are you going to a criminal meeting? It sounds very dark and mysterious." Her chocolate eyes widened when he started drinking. She did not mind germs, but she would never think of drink straight from the bottom of a bottle used by a stranger. Although, they were not strangers... "Mitchell, come on!" She acted like she was shocked. "Do you really think a lady from Manhattan like me would have a bad taste in wine?" She brought her covered hand to her chin, her jaw pretending to drop. "I am hurt." The wide grin she wore on her tired face proved the opposite.

Thanks man and I did too, so did my folks, but I guess not everything lasts. Do you have enough room, though? ‘Cause I can crash on Val’s couch.

I am here to talk if you need it.  -By talk, I mean drink with you heavily.  Hell yeah I have enough space... though I’d completely understand if you pick Val’s place over mine.   

Resolution are made to be broken, right?  Well, in that grand tradition my New Years Resolution is to meet the “one” and fall hopelessly in love.  (Ha Ha) 

Rachel: squinted her eyes and gave another look to her cozy living room. What started as aesthetically pleasing white lights ended into a luminaire shop. "Do I look like I have the answer to this deep, philosophical question?" Her head tilted to the side, innocently. She did not bother taking her arms out of her one wrapping, so she just stretched them as far as she could in her situation and shut the tv off. "Thank you!" The marathon of the Great British Baking show was starting to drive her insane, well even more than the cocktail of alcohol she had been having all evening long. All the colors, dramatic faces and sugar were too much to handle. "That's me!" Again, she could not contain her drunken chuckle, which ended in a long yawn. "Y'know, you didn't have to come." She mumbled.

Chanel: I was gonna say you're breaking my heart but did you really call me kiddo? KIDDO WOW

Chanel: Funny are the line between cocky and confident is so thin that in some cases it is sometimes inexistant

Chanel: i just love how this started by you not making a scene about my mistake to arguing about definitions damn our lives are interesting.

Mitchell: LMAO, It seems I did.

Mitchell: Come now, there is always a line. Even if it's paper thin.

Rachel: She could not hide her surprise when she heard some noise on the other side of the door. The apartment block was busy at all times, but the footsteps seemed nearer and in a way, familiar. By the time her baby sitter arrived, she had contemplated the idea of taking a shower or at least fixing her appearances. He had only seen her at her best and for some reason she wanted things to remain this way. However, before she had time to make up her mind and get up, she found herself curled into a comfortable coccoon of blankets where her empty glass of wine was completely out of reach, so was the remote. "Follow the Christmas lights!" She let out, giggling without knowing why. Only her living room was looking brighter than New York on New Year's eve, which automatically set a light on Mitchell's concerned frown. "See? I'm fiiiiiine!" Rachel said, slowly as if she could not comprehend her own words.

Rachel: oh my barbra streisand you make me feel like an alcoholic so stoooop

Rachel: promises, promises but never say never

Rachel: i am a grown up i can handle that the same wya i can quote songs

Rachel: *WAY I MEAN WAY

Rachel: wanna do a deal??? come here, gimme my tv remote and see that'im fine and then go have christmas fun like everybody else okay thank you.

Rachel: why are you not believing me do i look like someone who drank half the bottle wait i do

Rachel: you'll understand when you'll hit fifty and be in a unhappy marriage lol hotel california will be your jam your berry jam

Rachel: KNEW IT i'm the champion my friends well more like my friend singular

Rachel: i don't need a babysitter but i can't reach the tv remote and that's sad

Mitchell: Oh my dear... what has driven you to drink?

Mitchell: That shall never happen.

Mitchell: Mhm... My concern grows for you Rachel. Truly.