After hearing Damon call me perfect, I was giddy and any urges to walk inside the house were gone. There was a huge smile on my face and it wasn't going anywhere. I continued to eavesdrop on Damon's and Cortez's conversation. It was wrong, but in my mind, it was warranted because they were talking about me.
"Yeah, I hear ya, man." Cortez said.
"You know, we kind of kissed tonight. Kind of. I think she might like me. She kept giving me little kisses and she danced with me and-" Damon glared at him, making him trail off. I sighed. Maybe it was time to intervene, before they killed each other. I turned to them and walked over to Damon.
"Hi." I said, smiling a little.
Wow, Amber. What a genius.
He smiled at me, his face softening. I took his hand and started to lead him into the house. To be honest, I liked Damon more than I liked Cortez. Sure, Cortez was hot and all, but Damon was sweet, and the cutest thing ever, as well as hot.
And I doubt that Damon would go and kiss some girl, even though he supposedly liked me. Unlike some people.
Cortez scoffed as Damon and I walked hand in hand into the house. It was hot in here, especially compared to the cool autumn temperatures outside. I walked to the fridge and grabbed yet another beer. Does this fridge ever run out?
Damon watched as I took a swig of my beer. I pulled it away from my lips and looked at him, my eyebrow raised. He smiled at me and took my beanie off, putting it on his own head. I laughed and tried to take it back, but I was slightly intoxicated and my balance was not the greatest at the moment. I ended up spilling my beer on the floor and almost falling over.
Smooth, Amber. Real smooth.
Damon chuckled and held on to me so I wouldn't fall. I saw Beckett coming up behind him and looked away. I couldn't take any more of his pity glances. I looked at my beer, half of which was spilled on the floor. I drank the remaining alcohol and tried to steal Damon's red cup, but he held it away from me.
"Uh, no. I think you've had enough, little missy." I pouted at him, pulling the puppy dog eyes. I even stuck out my bottom lip, which he stared at for a while before dragging his eyes back up to meet mine. Beckett came to stand behind him.
"What ever happened to 'I can hold my alcohol very well', Amber? You look ready to fall over!" Beckett said, looking concerned at my state. I smiled.
"I'll have you know, I am doing just fine. You don't need to worry about me. Go have fun, Beck!" He shook his head.
"Amber." He warned. I shrugged and grabbed the cup out of Damon's hand before he could stop me. I took a sip. It was stronger than beer, but not by much. I drank the rest, which wasn't much. Beckett sighed and took the empty cup from me. I swayed a little on my feet. Damon reached out to steady me, but Beckett had already wrapped his arm around my waist and was helping me walk to the counter. I sat on it, with his help. He looked me in the eyes for a long time before speaking.
"Amber. Why are you doing this to yourself?" I rolled my eyes.
"I may be a little... Intoxicated, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid enough to tell you the answer to that question."
Beckett snorted.
"You are not just a little intoxicated, Amber." He sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Okay, so I'm a bit drunk, but, you know, thats what usually what happens when you drink-" I paused, counting with my fingers, "-about fifteen beers." Beckett glared at me upon hearing this. I shrugged pathetically, feeling like a little kid that had just gotten in trouble for drawing on the walls with permanent marker. Beckett sighed and glanced around, as if he was wondering what he was going to do with me. He sighed again which made me giggle- Beckett sighs a lot- and looking into my eyes and smiled sadly. Out of nowhere, tears welled in my eyes. What? A second ago, I was smiling and giddy, and now... Stupid emotions. Stupid alcohol. I was embarassing myself! I hugged Beckett, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me on the top of my head. Why the hell was I crying? He rested his chin on my head and sighed again, but it was a happy sigh this time. This kid really likes hugs, doesn't he? Every time I hug him, he gets all happy.... Hugs= Happy Beckett.
This was Amber Boyds drunk thinking.
I buried my face in Beckett's neck and inhaled his scent. He smelled minty and clean. Beckett let go of me and helped me off the counter. I held on to his shoulder so that I wouldn't fall down because, let's face it, my balance was way off. I looked around, but didn't see anybody that I knew. I walked, with Beckett's help, to my car.
"I can't drive." I muttered, feeling drowsy and sick. Beckett snorted.
"Obviously you can't drive. Amber, you can't even walk without my help." I smiled faintly. Beckett opened the passenger side door of my car and helped me in. I reclined the seat and laid my head back.
"Beckett, I want pizza." He laughed and stroked my hair. "I've gotta go get the guys, will you be okay for five minutes? If you stay here, we can get you pizza." I nodded. I didn't want him to go, but I wanted to get back to the base and sleep. He walked off, leaving me all alone. I sighed and leaned my head against the cool window.
About ten minutes later, we were all in the vehicles and driving back to the base. Damon had taken the seat behind me, and was playing with my hair. It felt good. Beckett kept glancing at me worryingly, asking me if I was okay. I just waved him off.
