A Muffin a Day

Chapter Nine, The woman

Archer

I'd look at the woman in front of me, feeling a rage fill me. "Lottie..." I started. She'd look down at herself, then back at me. "What...how do you know my name? I'm not even wearing my name tag." I'd groan, "Why the hell are you working here..." she'd blink, "I already told you?" I'd groan, "I was not a 'dead best father.'" She'd stare at me now, gagging. "Wait- Dad!? Ewww-" she'd begin to cover her mouth to stop herself from throwing up. "I sat on my dad's boner-" I'd look over, "Don't say it like that!" She'd shake her head after practically throwing up in the nearby trash can. After calming herself, she opened her trap again. "I should be asking you questions...You walked out on me when I was like ten! I had no mother, no father, I had to move to Scotland with your sister for God's sake!" I'd sigh, "You should have stayed." She'd stare at me, "You're a horrible man, you know that? I hope your partner breaks up with you and you die in a raging fire." I'd hear footsteps behind me, "Now, it would only be fair for ladies to go first." Milo would step over. "Ah, pardon me," he smiled at Lottie. "Archer, we should get back now." He'd say to me. I'd shake my head, "Like hell, I will...You get your twig ass and move back to the others." He'd shake his head, "Archer this isn't the best situation to-" I'd slam my hand on the pan hanging on the wall. It was right next to his head. The pan would fall, making a loud crash. "I said. Stay out of this." He'd nod slowly, moving back. Little bitch boy. I'd look back at Lottie, "You're quitting." She'd shake her head, "Like hell I am! I need this to pay for school and my apartment! The shit you should be paying for!" I'd shake my head. "I'm not going to tell you again." I'd turn to walk off, feeling a sharp pain hit the back of my head. I'd turn around to see Lottie holding the pan. "You need to hit harder." I'd turn and punch her in the gut. Causing her to let out a wheeze, and drop the pan. "Like that." I'd turn around walking away now as she was winded. I'd sit down at the table that the others were at. Everyone looking at me. "You should be ashamed of yourself. Jay is right here and you just went up and used that woman." I'd stare at her. "I yelled at my daughter for being a whore, I didn't use anyone." Jay's eyes widened. "That was your daughter?" I'd sigh, nodding. "Unfortunately." Jay would cover her mouth, Lacey doing the same. "If you didn't know that was her that would be like incest-" Lacey said before I cut her off, "It wouldn't have got anywhere! Like I want to be with her std-ridden ass." Lacey would giggle a bit, Jay trying not to laugh. I called a different waitress over, ordering myself a whole lot of margaritas. Milo would look over, "Should you be ordering that many?" I'd stare at him, "You're driving, aren't you?" He'd sigh, giving up. Lacey would chuckle, "An alcoholic in his natural habitat." I'd roll my eyes, "You'll understand one day. I'm sure." Jay would hit my arm. "Archer!" I'd look over, "What?" She'd shake her head. "Lacey won't be like that..." A tray of wings would be sat on the table, and all my drinks in front of me. She'd gasp, looking at them. "They have strawberries..." I'd chuckle, "You want one?" She'd reach for one, Jay slapping her hand. "I'm not dealing with two drunks." Milo would nod, "I second that." "I sEcOnD tHaT." I'd mock him. "God damn, Milo, do you say anything else?" Lacey would giggle at that. I'd chuckle, beginning to drink my cocktails as the rest of them ate wings. It was much stronger than I'm used to. Maybe since there is no ice. Lacey was still eyeing the drink, with all of her heart's content. I'd drink one, leaving the strawberry behind. I know that's all she wanted. I'd hold it out for her, and she took it happily. I'd chuckle, drinking another glass. I was starting to feel a little woozy, but that's how you know you're feeling better, right? Jay was eating while she watched my alcohol intake. I'd chuckle slightly, "Don't worry, I don't need my kidneys in the end." she'd chuckle softly, "Are you normally this much of a hard drinker?" I'd nod. "Feels better drinking. It makes everything go away for a bit and allows you to relax." she'd nod slightly, "I understand that part." I'd chuckle, setting the last glass down. I was definitely out of the ballpark, and most likely going to black out soon. I'd take one good look around the room, seeing how many people were there, just in case I was going to do something stupid. I'd see not many people, cupping a hand that Jay had under the table and holding it. she'd look over at me, confused. I'd smile slightly, "Just making sure you're alright." I heard myself say. That wasn't at all what I wanted to say. Well. I was going out anyway. What's the worst that can happen?

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I'd wake up with a kill headache. I'd groan sitting up in the bed. The fabric of the bed felt different...Like it wasn't my bed. I'd look around the dark room, waiting for my eyes to adjust. I'd slowly begin to see things. I'd spot my boxers on a couch, along with my pants. My sweater was nowhere to be found. I'd shift around on the bed, hearing a groan, and arms wrapping around me. I'd look to see who the person was, but their hair was covering their face. I'd move their hair a bit, seeing Jay. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. I'd look around for my phone, which was in my pants. I'd try to get up once again, just for her to tighten her grasp on me... I wasn't going to be able to get up anytime soon. Shit. Well...Maybe nothing happened. Maybe we just happen to be in a bed together, and we're both naked. Yeah....I'm fucked.