So, this is gonna be an ultra mega chapter because I couldn't write Monday or Tuesday so all 3 people are gonna be here! Hope that's ok with everyone :)
We stop by the grocery store on the way back, and grab a bunch of food to make for dinner. Jordan volunteers to make mac and cheese as a side because he can't make anything else, Tom says he know how to cook steak (which surprises both of us), but only cooks it fully cooked, and I volunteer to cook some vegetables. We check out and then head home to start cooking.
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We all sit and joke in the kitchen while cooking, talking about how Jordan's gonna find a way to screw up the microwavable mac and cheese, and what we're going to teach Kristin when she gets home. Tom says she's probably gonna like him more, which sparks up argument about who's better with babies and who she'll like, which sparks up argument about if I'm ever gonna have another baby, which sparks up EVEN MORE ARGUMENT about who would be the favorite. By the time we run out of things to argue about, we're done, and laughing at how dumb our recent conversation was. We eat in the dining room, and talk some more.
"We should go out and get drinks" Tom suggests, chewing the steak.
"You guys can go.. my stomach kinda hurts. I think I might just sit this one out" I say.
"Something wrong?" Jordan asks, slightly concerned.
"No, think it's just the start of girl issues"
"Ewwww" They both say in unison. I laugh.
"You asked, it's your fault"
We finish eating, and the boys decide to head out for drinks. Jordan didn't want to go and leave me alone, but I convinced him to. As soon as they leave, I lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling. I close my eyes for a little bit, listening to the sound of the tv. But after awhile, I can't keep myself awake anymore, and fall asleep.
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JORDAN'S POV
The bar is, luckily, kind of empty when we get there. At least we don't have to deal with as many drunk people. I only order 2 drinks, and keep that at my limit- I don't wanna do something I regret. But Tom, on the other hand, orders 5. 5 very strong drinks, which will probably cause him to black out on the 3rd. I shake my head at him.
"You've gotta loosen up a bit, Mr. Maron" He says, taking a sip.
"If loosening up means drinking until I can't see straight, then I'm good"
"Fine, be that way. More for me"
I shake my head again. "If you get drunk, I'm leaving you here"
"GASP. You wouldn't dare!"
"Did... did you just say gasp instead of actually gasping?"
"Maybe"
We both laugh. I finish my 2 drinks fairly quickly, and so does Tom, but then he keeps ordering more, until eventually I have to stop him myself and drag him to the car. I drive, I don't even have to question it, because he's clearly not even able to walk. I find his drunkenness hilarious.
When we get back home, Erin is asleep on the couch, so I force him to go to bed, and then carry her upstairs. I set her down in the bed, change into some pajamas, turn off the lights, and then go to sleep.
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AUREY'S POV
