Drunk

Five bottles of beer on the wall

"What about this? It seems like it would make you look like a whore." Ronnie says, holding up a tank top of mine. I was trying to get ready for this date and Ronnie wasn't being very helpful.

"Shut up, that is cute with this skirt I used to have." I reply, holding up the skirt. She rolls her eyes before she continues looking in my closet. I have no idea what to wear or what to say. I mean I've only talked to him a few times before and one of those he saw me, I was nearly drunk.

"This would be easier if I know where he was taking me." I mumble, looking at the clock. I had about a half an hour. I needed to work faster.'

"Just wear this." Ronnie huffs, throwing a pair of jeans and a flowy shirt at me. I guess it will do.

Just as I'm shimmering into the jeans there is a knock at the door. Oh my god, he's here and I'm not finished getting ready.

"Ronnie, can you keep him busy." I plead, running towards the bathroom. I hear her mumble at me, trudging her way out of the room and to the front door.

"Ow, oh my fucking god." I curse, poking myself in the eye with the mascara handle once again. I had done this a few times already and I'm pretty sure I was going blind. I don't work well under pressure.

"Rory, are you okay? It sounds like you're cutting arm off out here." Ronnie laughs, knowing what I've been doing.

I open the door, physically but not mentally, ready for tonight. I walk past Ronnie to the front door where I see Mickey leaning against it. I had not seen him in anything but his work clothes, but damn. I would not have cared if he showed up with no clothes. He had a normal t-shirt and jeans that looked glued to his legs. Not that I was complaining. As he noticed me, he stood up straight and smiled at me.

"If you can't tell, I'm very nervous right now." He said, biting his lip. I blushed, looking down at my feet. He is too perfect.

"Okay, before I choke myself, are you ready?" Ronnie asks me, raising her eyebrows. I had completely forgotten she was there.

"Yea, I am." I say, walking closer o Mickey. He sticks out his hand, inviting me to hold it. I blush, grabbing onto it. I need to stop fucking blushing.

"Let's go then." He says, leading me out.

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I can't believe you thought that would work!" I laughing at Mickey's story form his childhood. He ended up taking me out to dinner at a cozy little restaurant that Ronnie would've hated. The food was great and so was the beer, but we were the loudest people in the whole place.

He laughs along as he shakes his head at the memory. He had just told me her had needed 13 stitches on his left thigh because he thought it would be a good idea to try to jump a fence.

"I was ten and I must say I was pretty agile!" He laughed again, taking a sip of his beer.

"I'll say. I bet you were the white, child version of Jackie Chan." I smile, looking at the time. It was almost ten p.m. We have been her for about three hours even though it felt like minutes. I wish I had talked to Mickey earlier because he is hilarious, sweet, and basically all around perfect.

"Are we ready for the check?" The waitress asks, looking at Mickey with batty eyes. She has been trying to Mickey to notice all night and nothing has come from it.

"Are you ready to go?" He asks me, completely ignoring the waitress again.

"Yea, I guess." I say, not wanting this date to end. I was having so much fun and I really liked Mickey.

Mickey nods and goes back to telling me how the hospital reacted to him. The waitress huffs and brings up to check.

The next thing I know we are in front of my apartment building and I think about just never getting out of the car.

"I don't want this date to end." We say at the same time. I blush and he laughs at little. He looks at me in the eyes and I can slowly feel myself becoming mesmerized by his eyes. I never noticed that they aren't just brown but have a slight greenish tint. I can feel myself smile a little bit, moving a little closer. He has the same idea as he moves closer. We keep getting closer till there isn't any room between us.

"I feel like I should kiss you." He says quietly, moving his eyes to my lips for a second.

"I feel like you should too." I say, pressing my lips to his.

And let me tell you something. Mickey Jones is an amazing kisser.

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I promise this will get better.

This is so short.

xxx Addison