Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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♫ monster by mumford and sons ♫
She was watching him win the hearts of every girl in here. And she'd give him hers too if it wasn't lost somewhere, drifting into uncertainty.
But seeing Chet tonight just felt too different. It's been a little over a month since their last hookup, and everything had changed.
She was in love now. Just not with him.
And maybe that was a crazy thing to feel, but isn't that what love is? This crazy, inimitable force that transcends logic and doesn't make the world feel right without it?
But maybe that was the pain talking, the feeling of missing him, of knowing that when she was done drinking for the night, she wouldn't have Eli's arms to take care of her. She'd be alone, even if she managed to bring Chet home with her.
Even now, she wanted to convince herself that this was what she wanted tonight. Charm him, bring him back to her loft for more sloppy sex. She'll let them do it if he doesn't have a condom, she won't even urge him to go down on her like she normally would. The itch can be scratched, and the pain temporarily put to the side.
But that was just what bugged her the most. The temporary aspect.
It would just be a balm keeping her distracted from thinking about Eli long enough to find something else to do besides wonder if whether or not she should call him.
Though, time to ponder on her options had been up just as Chet's song was. Screeching cheers and whistles roared lively throughout bar that she had been so surprised when right up behind her, he waltzed up and kissed her cheek.
"Missed you, love!"
"Yeah," She smiled shyly. "yeah, I missed you too."
He pulled her up from the barstool she took refuge at and peppered a barrage of kisses to her neck. The sensation was bittersweet. She couldn't help but to harken back to past moments where his lips graced her skin, and recall just how good it all felt. But they weren't doing it for her tonight.
And she was happy when he pulled away just long enough to get them a seat at a newly-emptied table before he called out to one of the waiters. "Shots over here? Thanks."
"You don't have to do that." Insisted Greta.
But Chet laughed as though astonished by her words. "What? C'mon, we always get shots! Which begs me to ask, where have you been, Gorgeous?"
