One Drunken Night (Emisue)

Chapter 5: In your dreams, Emily Dickinson

Sue walked into the building and looked to the secretary, asking where she was supposed to be. She smiled sweetly at the girl but Sue could tell she wasn't this friendly normally. It was in her judgmental eyes that looked over her messy hair and tired eyes.

"It's just up that elevator, level 3, straight forward and you'll be there." - the secretary said, still smiling. Sue nodded and headed towards the elevator.

As she went up, she fixed her hair in her phone and smiled brightly, trying to gain confidence. Sue opened the door after being let onto the third floor and smiled at Emily. Not remembering a thing about her.

Emily immediately noticed Sue and decided she had to talk to her, so they could agree on some terms. They had to figure out how they were going to play this and if they didn't they would probably both get fired, or at least Emily: for lack of professionalism. Emily grabbed Sue by the hand and they went outside of the conference room.

"Okay, what are we going to do?" - Emily asked in a somewhat silent tone.

"I was thinking maybe some acoustic to start and see what songs come to your head." - Sue smiled, not recognizing the brunette poet at all. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. - she said to herself in her mind. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. - she thought as she looked at the pretty writer.

"Oh, I'm Sue Gilbert, by the way," - she held out her hand, "you can just call me Sue though. We are going to be together a lot these few weeks" - she smiled sweetly trying to be as friendly as she could.

"W-what?" - Emily blinked a few times before continuing. "You... you don't-you don't remember me?" - the poet's voice was indeed a sad one. She felt her heart drop. So... all that happened was for nothing? These sweet moments they had, and Sue doesn't even remember them? Emily had to do something. Something to make her remember. But what?

Sue tilted her head, her hair was in a ponytail. She looked at Emily with a confused look.

"I'm sorry I think you might have me confused with someone else, ms. Dickinson. I'm the singer you're writing songs for." - she said finally after some silence laid between the two girls.

Sue did not remember anything from the night before, only the touching. God, she couldn't forget the touching. No matter how hard she tried, the "man" she remembered from the night before was still stuck in her head like someone she missed.

Emily didn't know what to say or how to say it. Her mind went blank. All she could do was stare at Sue with an emotionless face. She was starting to feel weird because this wasn't like her at all. Emily was supposed to be the funny and flirty one, not the silent one. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Then it hit her.

"My blouse looks good on you." - the poet smirked, knowing that this sentence would confuse the other girl. "Although, you look much better without it."

She's eyes widened and looked at the poet confused.

"I-your-"

The brunette had stunned Sue, she couldn't figure out what to say.

"I slept with your boyfriend?" - she asked, still confused by the second comment. That's when she realized. "Oh god, I slept with you..." - she said finally in a hushed tone.
"I- What- I'm so sorry!" - she said, trying to jog her memory.

"Why are you sorry? We had such a great time." - Emily tried to smile, but something was telling her that what the two of them had will never happen again. Sue wasn't into girls in Emily's opinion. She had just been drunk yesterday and that's it. Nothing more, nothing less. That thought saddened Emily. All night she hoped that both of them would remember, but now all of that hope went up in smoke. It was tragic and the poet didn't know how to feel or act. "Maybe... if you give me a chance I can prove to you that you didn't sleep with me only because you were drunk- no, that was a weird sentence, forget about it." - Emily shook her head, looking down. But she didn't really know what else to say.