Pretty Troubled

The Drunk Proposal

I grab the mug and raised it up on the dark intoxicated atmosphere, along with the one's that is of my companions and colleagues that i am uncertain of intentions and reasons for coming and taking part of this very usually frequented place of celebration for people seeking wastage of energy and money such as myself, for the purpose of reaching a temporaryrily obtained high of a so-called "success".
"To our success!
To our future projects!" I said proudly and loudly for everyone to hear.
"Cheers!" They answer in sync or not in sync, i can't really tell since the alcohol had hit me and i'm a little tipsy, we drank our last of the beer before deciding to go our ways.
My team closed a multi-million dollar deal with an investor for the condo hotel but the celebration was for my promotion. We decided to stop at the hottest bar in the city after the victory party in our workplace, decided to get wasted before we get serious down to business and skip getting wasted all in all. Just to release some tension and stress.
As my colleagues strode towards the exit, i was bumbed by a small frame preventing me from catching them blocking my way. With irritation i grunt out my frustration as i turn my gaze towards the figure below my face only to see an astounding beauty right by my chest. And when i say beauty, i mean the supermodel beauty, (okay..maybe above average beauty..) but, astounding...when, you walk into a bar you expect women of all sizes and faces of their best, sexiest, most revealing, most provocative and probably most expensive outfit or get up, yet...we'll, ladies and gentlemen, i just set my eyes the most beautiful creature i laid my eyes on all my life, probably just barely legal, who rocked a baggy, cropped sleeve band tee, inserted on a high waist five button denim jeans. (I mean, who does that, nowadays?)
So, again, when a man comes to a bar to look for a bangable woman...(not that, it's what i came for tonight...) unconsciously, you eye out the bod, you know what i mean? And when you find the bod, good, that's when you check the face...( sorry for being jerk, but yeah, i'm kinda jerk..sort of..)
But, man! Her face!
I'm lost for words.
I'm never lost.
Or speechless.
This woman right here, made all those models on VS look trash. My jaw, literally dropped as i go on staring at her flawless, paint free, lead free face. (I know i am being rude, staring is rude, but, i can't help it)

"I'm sorry."
She mouthed.
But my eyes just can't leave her be as finds here way to the counter looking anxious or nervous.  I can't really tell, but i can sense there's something wrong.
And being the drunk that i am, i decided to go after her and ask her. Way to go.

"Excuse me, is there bothering you?" I inquired with all the confidence the alcohol has to offer.

"Nothing." She replied immediately. In haste, as if being chased.
We'll,  i may be drunk but i ain't no stupid guy. I know when i'm not wanted. So i decided, again, on my own, to leave the premises to be at the comfort of my home and lie like a king on my soft, bouncy bed to be back as myself for tomorrow, when, she suddenly looked up to the direction behind me with fear in her hazel brown orbs and immediately jumped right beside embracing, gripping my arms like a child clings to it's  mother. And whisper shouted to my ear cause of the loud music. "Please, just go with the flow" .

Its like saying, i need your help. How can i decline? Feeling like a knight in a shining armour and all..

I smiled to myself. How can i get luckier than this?

First, the promotion, then, the chick.

Then, i turned to the direction she was facing only to see a man in suit gaping where we stand. I held my head up higher to show 'em i ain't backing out on him in case he comes looking for trouble. I thought he was going to approach us but thankfully he turned away and went back outside. I feel relieved i didn't get into it deeper.  I don't want to miss work the next day. I face the jittery woman beside me then she suddenly grabbed my shoulders and hugged me, thanking me. "How can i ever repay you!"she exclaimed. "Thank you, mr...?
"Al, call me, Al."i told her.

"Thank you, Al! You have no idea how saved me. I've been running from him for days. His ego can't take that i left him for good. Oh, how rude of me. I"m Andrea, but you can call me Andy."

"It's nice to meet you Andy."

"Me too, Al!"

For an hour we converse like we were old friends who met again. She told me things about her ex. She told things to a half drunk guy. This girl is so naive, she could get into trouble for trusting right away. If it was another guy she ran into, who knows what he would do? Why do i suddenly feel concerned of this young lady? Where the heck is this coming from? Probably the alcohol again.

And again, being the intoxicated man that i am. I began to share my life story to her. How i moved here to reach my dream. To be rich.  To be able to afford whatever i desire. The funny thing, i feel lighter sharing my thoughts to her the point i also opened up feeling alone everytime because of work and having no time for leisure or relationship but im not worried because she's kind of drunk as well and she probably won't remember all our conversation in the morning or she would probably ignore everything until she burst out a certain suggestion...

"I have an idea! Why don't we go out for a year? I will come with you wherever you wish to go. You can call me anytime. You can pretend...no, you can stand as my boyfriend so my ex won't come after me. We don't have to get involved, we will just accompany each other. What do you say? "