Plus One (On hold)

The alarm rang at six thirty and woke him from his comatose sleep. He really shouldn’t have had the last two shots of whiskey. He knew he had work in the morning. That was his trouble, he always lived in the moment. This moment though, he didn’t want to live in. Rolling over in his bed he smacked at his alarm clock. After several attempts and failure to turn it off, he pulled the duvet from his head.

“I hate you,” He cussed the grey digital clock and gave it another hit. This time he turned off the irritating beeping sound. Closing his eyes, he fell back to sleep. His second alarm buzzed from across the room. Freya, he thought. She had taken him home when he was drunk last night. She must have known he would try and ignore his first alarm. Sitting up, he dangled his legs over the side of the bed. Rubbing his eyes and then stretching. He made his way to the clock sitting on his kitchen counter.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed. It was now half seven and he had half an hour to get dressed. Grabbing a pair of trousers from his draw, he fell to the floor as he rushed to get both legs in.

Buttoning up a shirt that he found hanging up on his wardrobe door, he headed for the bathroom. On his bathroom mirror was a yellow post it note.

I did tell you.

Freya again, he chuckled and took the note off the mirror. He really should have listened to her when she said he shouldn’t have another drink.  She knew he would resist getting up in the morning.  She really did know him far too well.  Brushing his teeth he ran a comb through his short mousy hair. Rushing back into the small messed up living room of his one bedroom apartment, he pulled on his shoes.

You need a maid.

Another post it note was stuck on top of an overflowing tray of rubbish on his table. She really needs a life he thought. Now where had he put his tie. Looking around his trashed room, he couldn’t see a single tie. Typical he thought. Of all the ties he had brought in his lifetime. He couldn’t find a single one in his time of need.

“Oh come on!”

Picking up piles of newspapers and empty water bottle he couldn’t see any sign of a tie. What he did find was his phone. Searching for her name in his contacts, he pressed the call button.

“Do you know where my tie is?” he asked the person down the line.

“What am I? Your mother?,” Freya replied mockingly.

“No, you are one of my best friends and you always know where my stuff is,” he mumbled, still searching through his stuff. He checked back at the clock. It was now ten to eight. He was going to be so late.

“One of?” Freya joked.

“Freya come on,” He sighed.

“Jack all you have to do is say it…”

“Say what?”

“That you couldn’t live without me,” She mocked. Jack gave a breathless chuckle.

“I couldn’t live without you. Now where is my tie?”

“See even though you are only saying that because you need something. I’m still going to tell you. There should be one hanging on your Ariel.”

Surely enough on his television Ariel there was a black tie, clinging on for dear life. Now how did that even get there. He didn’t even remember taking it off.

He didn’t have any time to wonder about the why’s and how’s of his tie. He had to get to work or he would be fired.

“As usual Freya you have saved my life.”