Here's the long awaited second part! Sorry for the delay, I hope the bomb suffices? Hehe
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IT was incredible how fast you could get drunk just by willing it.
"Naddy darling," Ross breathes, encompassing her from behind, running hands over her arms, to her wrist, before taking the drink from her hand and moving it away. "I love it when you're drunk, you're sexy and funny when you're oiled in alcohol, but this is worrying."
Ross motioned something at the bartender— most likely to cut me off my supply — and held my shoulders as I swayed slightly, hiccuping a giggle or two.
Gently, he turned me to face him. There's always something incredibly unfair about how beautiful Ross was, the high cheekbones he inherited from his mother certainly not going to waste, even when it was twisted in worry. Under the strobe lights of his parent's Gregorian house— dark wood pulsing in neon — he looked funny.
"What's going on, Naddy? It's not even ten yet and you're halfway to the side of a toilet."
"Oh, Rossy." I held his face in my hands, touched. "You worry too much. You know I'm not a puker."
"No? All I'm remembering right now is how Esther got injured and you were forced to drive without a license. You had to be admitted alongside her. So much heaved up digestion."
I l hard, finding this incredibly funny. Vomit was very funny. I wound my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. Sounding like he lost a battle he shouldn't have competed in the first place, he sighed and hugged me back, arms wounding around my waist.
"Whatever shall I do with you?"
"Adore me."
"I already do." He pressed his cheek against my own. Ross was tall, and I was happy to know I could match his height.
"What's going on, my dear?" he asked. "Is it Asher?"
"That's nearly a week. No." I sniffed. "I think it's Bucky. And my singleness. And maybe my period. Or maybe I just... like... birds."
He drew back. "Birds?"
I nodded solemnly. "And bees."
His face twisted further into confusion before it cleared like a sky opening after a storm. His eyes looked like they might pop. Then he swiveled— as if on instinct — to find Bucky in the crowd. Sure enough, the boy was somewhere on the sofas, playing some sort of card game with girls chatting his ear off, using their various strengths at disposal. He ate their attention like a god in court.
