Broken Promises and Ripped Dresses

Drunken Destruction

Chapter 6. Drunken Destruction

We drove halfway to my apartment in silence in the back of the cab.

"Lilac Trail apartment complex," I had told the old taxi driver as we hopped in the car one after the other. He just grunted and shook his head in response.

Andrew peered at me the  whole way back. I just stared back, my eyes never leaving his. My drunken mind had taken over, and now I was heading back to my apartment with someone I'd only reconnected with less than four hours ago. 

No true part of me knew what I was doing. It was just Andrew and I in my mind... but in reality there was a creepy  old man in the front. This didn't stop me from leaning in towards Andrew, bringing his body closer to mine. I ran my hands through his hair.

In a moment of pure lust, he pulled me into his arms and planted a kiss on my lips. There was magic in that kiss. Magic I'd been missing since the days of high school. Even if I was wasted and out of my right mind, nothing was better than that kiss. After a moment, he paused and breathed heavily as if contemplating what he was doing. I wanted him to kiss me again. And again. And again.

But instead he pulled back and held me farther away from him. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying to lean back in.

"Maybe we should wait till were not in a taxi cab with a random stranger," he whispered, motioning his head toward the man.

I snickered. "I guess you're right," I whispered back.

I untangled myself from his grip, and leaned my head onto his chest. Somewhere, way deep down inside my heart I knew that this was a bad idea. But it was small. The rest of my body was telling me to never let go of what I had at the moment. That this was all of good intentions. 

Finally we reached my apartment complex. It was a tall, modern building with a porch for each room, and a large pool in the back that I'd only been in twice. I'd been living here for four years and I'd never really gotten to know any of my neighbors. The place had never truly felt like home.

"That'll be ten bucks," the man said solemnly, reaching his hand out.

I reached into my purse for some money, but Andrew beat me to it. "No, let me pay," he said. He pulled a twenty from his pocket and handed it to the man. "Keep the change."

Andrew took my hand and helped me out of the car, so I wouldn't fall on my face. Before he shut the door I heard the man mutter under his breath, "What a slut." And then he sped off into the darkness.

Was I a slut?

This would have bothered me more if I wasn't so drunk. I'd wake up tomorrow morning and hopefully remember, and then I could think about what he said. For now it was just me and Andrew. Not a single care in the world.

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After we'd gone up the elevator to the fifth floor, we both tip toed through the hallways discreetly. I had an idea to pretend to be a spy and Andrew agreed. We rounded corners,  held up fake guns, and gave each other signals that a real police officer would have frowned upon. It was our own drunken game.

Once we reached my door we both burst out laughing. A laugh that filled up the hallways, and reverberated against the walls.  

"Hurry! We have to get in before people start waking up," I whispered, trying to hold back another hysterical laugh. "All of my neighbors are old cranks."

"Are you sure you're not one of them?" Andrew snickered.

"Oh shut up," I said, swinging my purse at his shoulder.