Bottle and a Gun

Chapter 3: Bitter Broken Memory

"I think I've seen you around before."

"How often does that line usually work?" She giggled, biting her lip. I smirked.

"Usually it works pretty well."

Her icy blue eyes met my own and she blushed.

"Won't your girlfriend get jealous?" She asked, hooking her fingers in my belt loops and pulling me closer. I shrugged.

"It's complicated. Plus, she doesn't need to know. We're on a 'break'." I laughed softly. She smiled.

"Good enough for me." She leaned close and kissed me softly, the taste of cheap whiskey on her lips. She pulled away slightly and slowly trailed down my neck.

"I want you so badly..." I heard her whisper. I felt my breath quicken and my heartbeat seemed almost as loud as the music.

I smirked and grabbed her hand, leading her up to an empty guest room...

"Danny, wake up!"

I jolted awake and saw Jorel standing over me.

"Dude, what the fuck?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes as I sat up in my bed.

"It's almost noon. I had to make sure you weren't dead or something." He laughed softly. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Really? Of course I'm not dead."

"You sure do sleep like the dead. I've already cleaned pretty much the entire house. I don't know how you slept through the vacuum because usually that wakes you up."

"I don't know how you can be up so early and be cheerful, but here we are."

"Yikes. Maybe you should drink some coffee. There's some left." He said, laughing again before walking out.

I put my hand to my forehead, groaning.

Whiskey? That's all that stood out to me. Whiskey. The thought alone made me sick. Who the hell was she? Where the hell was I? I didn't even recognize the place, or the people for that matter.

"Fuck..." I mumbled under my breath. No. It couldn't have been. It was just a dream. I didn't actually do anything or take anything... Did I?

I sighed and got up, putting on some pajama pants and walking out of my room. God, it was freezing. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee then sat at the table, clutching the mug and trying to warm up.

"Hey, you okay, man?" Jorel asked, an eyebrow raised. I looked up at him and nodded.

"Y-yeah, it's just fucking cold in here. I'm freezing." I took a sip of the hot coffee, but it did nothing for me.

"Dude it's like 75 degrees in here. Are you getting sick?" He walked over to me and put a hand to my forehead.

"You feel fine."

I shrugged nonchalantly, taking another sip

He narrowed his eyes.

"I'm gonna make you some soup then you're gonna go and lay down either on the couch or in bed, just in case."

"Ok, whatever." I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. This coffee was doing fuck-all. I put the cup down and got up, going to the living room and wrapping up in one of the throw blankets. I turned the TV on, but barely paid any attention to it. The sound and picture was almost blurring together.

"Hey, space cadet, I brought you your soup." Jorel said, setting the steaming bowl of soup down on the coffee table in front of me. I blinked a couple times and looked up at him then down at the bowl.