Starting Over

Slip Ups

"There we go."  Adam tapped Kelly to get up, and as he walked away, Alison couldn't help but stare at his ass.  His jeans were not loose, but they weren't horribly tight either.  And his t-shirt was just short enough that it wasn't hiding anything.  Kelly noticed where her friend's gaze was fixed to and said something, "Uh, Al.  Hello?"

"What?"

"You're going to burn a hole in his ass if you stare any harder."

"What?  I can look.  It doesn't mean anything."  At least that's what Alison said out loud.  In her head she thought, "I would not mind wrapping my legs around him, damn!"  She heard Kelly's voice but wasn't paying attention to what she was saying at all.  She was too busy imagining herself as Adam's sexual servant.

"Ally?  Did you hear me?" inquired Kelly.

"No, sorry.  What?"

Kelly just shook her head in the negative.  "Never mind."

"Here we go ladies."  Adam had come back with what could only be described as a foo foo drink for Kelly, and two MGD's.  "I hope this is okay?" he asked, handing Alison the bottle.

"Perfect.  I can't do lite beer.  Yuck."

Adam giggled.  "Good to know."

At the same time, Kelly had gotten called up to sing.  She enjoyed doing karaoke.  And why wouldn't she?  She could actually sing.  And she was pretty.  Thin, desirable, everything Alison no longer was.

"You going to get up there?" Adam asked of Alison.

"You are kidding, right?"

"Why not?  I bet you could do it."  His smile was so big and bright.

"Trust me, no one wants to hear me sing or see me up there."

"Oh I doubt that.  C'mon.  Try it."

"I haven't sung on a mic in years."

"Ah ha! You can do it."  Adam reached over and put his hands on her knees and smiled at her.

"No, that's not what I said. . ." Adam cut her off.

"Ally."

"Alison."

"Alison.  I've known you about a half hour.  There's something in you needing to come out.  And you just said you haven't sung on a mic in years.  Something tells me that a woman that comes out in jeans, boots, and needs full flavored beer, can't be scared to go sing."

Alison was taken aback.  Who did he think he was telling her what she could or needed to do.  He doesn't know the shit she's been through.  How dare he.  He spoke again.

"Alison, I'm sorry.  I can tell from the look on your face I crossed a line.  My bad.  I just thought you. . . "

"You thought wrong, okay?" she snapped.  "Shit," she thought, "he didn't deserve that."

"Okay, I. . ."

"Adam, I'm sorry.  I just, well, as I said, I haven't been out much of late."  She had a sorrow to her voice.  She should never have snapped at him.  He said it himself, he's only known her a half hour.  How could he possibly know her pain?

"It's okay.  I get it.  I don't mean to come off like I know everything but, whatever happened, I get the feeling it wasn't deserved.  I also get the feeling that you want to finally get passed whatever it is."  He paused and stared at her.  Alison had a very surprised expression to her face and he continued, "Or, I could be completely wrong which makes me the asshole and I'm about to get slapped for it."

Alison giggled, "No.  I'm not gonna slap you.  You're not completely wrong.  I just.  I guess.  I really don't know who I am anymore.  That scares me."  She hung her head to hide from him.

"Well, maybe it's time to find out."  Adam reached over and grabbed a request slip and wrote their names.