A Night Without Gatsby

Chapter 12- Drunken Love

Gatsby and I walked in to a small corner booth, both of us taking our seats. As we waited for our orders to be taken, a small show came up on a rotting small stage.

"Say, old sport, what's your limit?"

"Limit?"

"Yes, on alcohol. How many bottles can you have until you end up.... Regurgitating?"

I couldn't give a correct response. I didn't even know my own limit.

A young bartender came to us with a brim-filled pitcher and two glass cups filled with ice. He left briskly.

Gatsby poured his cup, filling it to the top. I gently only filled half of my glass as we sipped and talked.

"Old sport... I'm going to need help with moving Daisy away from... Him."

I looked up at him. "He won't be pleased to see me helping Daisy end their marriage... it's not considered ending the marriage is it? Sh-she just needs a bit of time--"

"Daisy was struck by his hand. STRUCK, old sport. Women nor men nor children ever deserve that abuse." He took a long drink, then set his glass down. "She needs to get away from him. Who knows what he'll do next to her..."

"..." I kept silent, not wanting to intervene in the conversation anymore.

"She can't stay with me though... My line of work is too messy and too dirty for her..."

"What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a bootlegger."

Ah. Of course. That's how everyone made their money. Dirty tactics and greased up lies that fools fell for. And I was one of them.

"Oh..." I silently swirled my drink around.

"..." Gatsby sighed softly. "Well, we'll just wing it...."

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Gatsby watched as Nick was drunkenly talking about his past, forgetting small words here and there. He couldn't help but smile as he kept watching Nick, not even hearing him speak anymore. Without thinking, he gently tilted Nick's chin up. Nick looked up at Gatsby, wondering what he was doing. Gatsby felt himself inch closer to Nick's face, lips almost touching. Desperate to not lose self control, Gatsby willed himself for just one... one was all he needed. The space between their lips was almost to a close, and....

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After three, five more pitchers, we were both so drunk we couldn't even tell where the ground was.

We both drunkenly walked out of the bar, each giggling like a bunch of madmen through with a killing spree. At what we laughed at, I have no clue.

I blacked out... I don't remember what happened after.

I woke up to find myself on my bed with a pounding headache, clothes disheveled and hair a mop of a mess. I groaned softly amd tried to sit up, but ended up laying back down. Bradley had ended up laying on my stomach in the middle of the night. I gently pet him as I tried to clear my mind.

Daisy entered. "I take it you both had fun last night?" I shrugged softly. "I feel like shit..."

Gatsby entered the room. I looked at him. You couldn't even tell he had been drinking. Guess some people were just born perfect.

"Old sport, how are you feeling?"

"Like shit." I replied honestly. He nodded softly and sat next to me, taking out a bottle. ".... What's that?"

"Medicine."

"For what? I'm not sick."

"This will ease that pain in your head." "..." I nodded slowly as he got a spoonful. "Here."

He gave me the spoon. I gently took it and drank it. I grimaced at the taste, not liking it one bit. Gatsby nodded. "You able to help me old sport?"

"With?"

"Moving Daisy and Rose's things?"

"We're still doing that?" I stupidly asked. A tint of a glimmer of anger shone in Gatsby's ice cold blue eyes, but he merely nodded and played it off with a smile.

"Yes old sport." "..." I nodded softly. "Yeah... I believe I'm able to." Gatsby nodded and got up, leaving for outside.

"..." I blinked. This was too much of a rash decision in my opinion... But whatever helped, I suppose.

Gatsby and I went to his car. "What happened last night?" "..." He kept silent, making me feel a tiny bit uneasy.

"Gatsby...?"

"Not a lot, old sport... We drank, you passed out, and I drove you home... then I passed out."

I was a bit skeptical at the answer he gave, but took it anyways. We drove off to Tom's house, our hearts filled with dread and anxiety as we neared it.

Author's Note: Ahahahahaha teaaaaaaaserrrrrrrs!!! Sorry not sorry!! Also, question time, please leave a comment!

Should I make Tom hurt Nick or not? Make Gatsby mad~ Lol, whatever you guys think!