New Girl - The Creatures

Chapter 23

I refused to look at Seamus. I drank slowly, trying to soak in the fact that I said what I said. I was feeling a surge of adrenaline, stemming from my breaking the dams and letting loose on Seamus. Then I felt nervous, worried that they would kick me out because Seamus had a couple years of seniority over me.

Then I felt regret, stupidity, and anger all at once. Why didn't I just wait? Why did I have to make a scene rather than just confront him in private? I glanced at Jordan to see his feelings on the situation since he seemed to act as the ringleader of this shit show family of mine.

If he was angry, he had a wonderful way of covering it up. He broke away from a conversation with Max and Dan about some of the panels we'd attend to hand the waitress the check for the bill. He then turned to look at me. He gave me a half smile that seemed to read as apologetic, and I felt somewhat relieved. James and I looked at each other, and he chuckled slightly.

"What? What's so funny?" I questioned, feeling a grin creep onto my face. He shook his head, still laughing. Suddenly the waitress came back, and we were free to go. We all rose from the table and hurried out of the restaurant to avoid the gaze of the fans digging into their meal.

As we walked back to the hotel, Jordan leading the way with Seamus and Ash close behind him, James and I lagged in the back.

"I just underestimated you. Alcohol makes you a bad bitch, and you essentially just fucked Seamus in the ass with words," he said quietly to me. "I wouldn't call myself a bad bitch. Just a hurt one that likes whiskey, apparently," I muttered back. He laughed again, then said, "Well, trust me, no one blames you for the situation. I'm betting there's going to be some kind of 'intervention', as Jordan calls it, with him and Seamus."

We walked into the cozy lobby, closing off the topic for now while we were in close quarters. We all piled into the elevator, and of course, Sly decided to press every single button for every. Single. Floor. And we were floor 14. Groans ensued.

"Sorry, sorry! I just can't believe I..." Sly said, giggling before he could even say it. "Dude don't, don't you fucking dare," Aleks said, trying to keep from laughing. Sly burst and laughed hysterically, clearly drunk. "I CAN'T BELIEVE I FUCKING FLOORED YOU GUYS!" More groans and yelling, calling Sly a phony.

We eventually made it to our floor and all broke off into our separate rooms. Conveniently, Ash had a room at the hotel, and I watched as Seamus and her trailed off down the hallway, receiving a wolf whistle from Sly that was quickly quieted by Aleks elbowing him in the ribs. Sly shot me a sympathetic look, which I waved off. I didn't feel like talking about how I was 'frail' and I just wanted to lay down.

James opened the door and I trudged over to my bed and collapsed. The whiskey was starting to get to me and I felt very fun and tingly. "Tomorrow is gonna suuuuuuuck," James said, stretching and wincing as his back cracked.

"Tell me about it, I've never had a whiskey hangover," I groaned, struggling to get up and grab PJs. I fumbled around in my drawer before settling on one of my favorite grandpa sweaters and some grey joggers, desperate to stay warm in the cold hotel room. "I'm gonna change in the bathroom, okay?" I told him, trying to keep my words from slurring.

He with a muffled "OK," into a pillow as I staggered into the bathroom. The clothes felt so nice and warm after wearing the low cut top from earlier, and while I was in the bathroom I removed my makeup. I combed through my hair with my fingers and straightened out the sweater that hung so loosely on me.

I left the bathroom and climbed back into bed, making a fort of blankets and pillows on my bed, curling up into a happy little drunk ball. James sat up and looked at me, amusement on his face. "You look pretty comfy," he said, smirking. "I like to live a good life, James," I said, digging around in the bedside drawer and pulling out some of my travel-cheezits.

"God, it's so cold in here," he complained, snatching a pair of sweatpants and retreating to his own covers. I grabbed the T.V remote on the dresser between our beds and flipped through the channels till I got to Law and Order SVU.

"I LOVE this show!" I smiled, digging into my Cheezits sloppily. "...aren't all of the crimes about rape?" James said, staring at me in disbelief. "Well, I never said I liked the crime in it, dickweed, just the acting," I said through mouthfuls of Cheezits.

James started roaring with laughter. "DICKWEED? You just called me DICKWEED. Oh my god," he laughed, holding his sides. He got out of his bed to brush his teeth, suddenly wearing different pants.

"James, those weren't the pants you wore when you sat down. You're younger than me, you sicko," I complained. "I changed under the covers, it's too cold," he called from in the bathroom. "You're a fucking pussy," I said, munching.

Slap. I looked up and saw his hands on the doorframe of the bathroom, head around the corner and staring at me with eyes wide and a grin on his face. "Did you just? Call me? A pussy?" he said, eyes growing wilder each time.

"You fucking BET I did," I said, unyielding. I loved when James acted like this, he always knew that I couldn't help but crack when he got so into a bit. He walked over to my bed and squatted down, hands on his knees.

"What the fuck did you call me?" he stared me dead in the eye. "P-u-s-s-y," I said back, grinning like an idiot. "Un-FUCKING-believable!" he yelled, feigning anger. I giggled as he stood up, and I could see him cracking into a grin in the reflection of the mirror across the room. He whipped around, attempting to appear angry. "This calls for an intervention," he said and opened up the door to our room. There stood a very nervous looking pizza boy with his fist raised, prepared to knock.

"Uh... one cookie pizza and a 2-liter of Dr. Pepper?" he croaked out, eyes flickering from James, looking like a diva as always, to me, bundled up in my bed and my hair all over the place. "You betcha," James replied, handing him way more money than the order could have been worth. "Have a good one man," he said as he grabbed the food from the now very happy looking delivery boy. His response of "You too!" grew somewhat quiet as James closed the door.

He looked at me, slightly pink in the cheeks. "I know you mentioned the other night that you loved cookies and that the only soda you'll drink is Dr. Pepper and I know you've had a rough night and I figured this would be kind of nice to help you feel better so yeah," he quickly said, trying to appear like it was no big deal. I hadn't noticed, but tears had welled up in the corners of my eyes and had now spilled over, a big stupid smile on my face.

"Wanna watch pedophiles get arrested together?" I offered, patting a part of the bed next to me as an invitation. He relaxed and broke into a grin, and we began the start to a very fun binge marathon, and I was yet again reminded of the friendship I truly had with James.