Worth

Part 5

11:00. In the short span of two hours, the 36 bottles roll across the ground and Andrew's face looks so bulldozed, it was a full on construction site! Pam, who's not one for drinking, had four small cans and...

"Soo, what is it with airline food these days? They're always in those silver packages and they are always so dried out you'd think they were space-food and if they're space food does that mean that if we're in an airplane we're actually in space which all adds up to having us be abducted by aliens when ever we-

"Pam. Pam, babe, you're drunk," Blake cackles as she falls forward with a tinge of laughter. "Well duh, I thought that was obvious. Just like it's obvious that these space aliens have to dress up as stewardesses..."

Pam was drunk. But she wasn't even the worse. "You know w-what? I wonder if I can jump this fire," Andrew says, standing up to his feet, "In fact, I bet I can!"

My face pales, "Y-you can't jump a fire! You'll get burned!"

"Of course I can! I'm-hic-I'm Andrew muthafecking Malarky! And I can do anything I want to!"

He leans forwards to jump and my hands quickly snake around him, protesting against his squirming arms and body to pull him back to his seat. This isn't going to end well. One of the scrawniest kids against a football player. Wait, he's drunk. Maybe... maybe... One quick pull upwards and he falls back towards me, causing me to trip over the bench I had been warming with my butt. I land, with a lack of finesse underneath his massive body, which has given up on squirming.

Pam and Black can't control their hysterical laughter as Andrew quickly retorts, "J-Jesus Eddy, atleast buy me a drink first!" I blush as I wait for him to get off of me.

He does not get up.

"Um, Andrew? Would you mind not crushing my lungs?"

"Nah. I'm starting to get c-hic-omfy."

He laid on top of me for another five minutes... finally, Pam and Blake slump back against the ground to join us, giving Andrew the means to finally roll off my chest and land nicely besides me.

"So, I assume Pam is staying here with you Blake?" I ask, propping myself up with my elbows to glance over at them, only to find both of them asleep soundly. Awe, that's adorable. I lay back down to find a pillow beneath my head. Except, it's not a pillow of silk, or cotton, or even grass. It's flesh. Realization hits as I realize... THIS IS ANDREW'S ARM IS HE FLIRTING WITH ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!

Despite my mental protests, he pulls me in close, the crown of his drunkened skull hitting mine as we gaze upwards to the sky... "You know, you really are amazing," Andrew adds, complementing with drunken laughter.

"Yeah, you too..." I say with a whisper.