[7s_prompts] 11.1.6 - And We'll Have Fun Fun Fun...
( picture prompt. Grace is freakytwinthing and used with permission and lots of love.)
"Okay, I'm here, let the drinking commence."
Randall turned from where he sat on his stool and smiled at Grace. "I thought you were spending quality time with your brother?"
Grace shrugged and slid onto the stool beside him. "You're my friend, and you texted me in your time of need to come out and drink with you." She stole the shot that was put before him and downed it. "Besides, Wally had a work emergency."
"Right," he nodded.
"But I'm here for you," she beamed.
"By default."
"Default hot non-date is better than no hot non-date," she argued.
"Hot what?" He ordered two more shots and pushed one to her.
"Hot non-date. We're both hot and this isn't a date." She shrugged and took her shot.
Randall sighed. "Sure."
Grace held onto her shot and looked at him, tilting her head. "What's up CoCo Puff?"
He fiddled with a coaster for a moment before responding. "I exploded at my sister last night, and I feel like I could do it all over again."
She took her shot. "What about?"
"Everything." Randall shrugged and folded his hands together on top of the bar.
"Everything being..."
He shrugged. "Her, our dad...Anna."
"Ahh, yes. Has she called?"
Randall's jaw set and he shook his head. "Nope." He picked up his beer and drank from it.
"Diiiid...you try calling her yet?"
"No." He looked down into his glass. Thinking about everything with Anna was bringing the anger back, and he had really just wanted to go out and have a good night.
"Well...you know...stay positive. Or something."
"It really doesn't fucking matter to me," Randall bit quickly.
Grace's eyes widened. "Okay, we'll address the me not used to you cussing thing later. What happened to the mopey 'woe is me I'm a bad boyfriend' stuf?"
He raised his head to look her in the eye. "I'm over it. She's the one that left."
"Okay..." She watched him, starting to get concerned all over again. "So then...this is the anger stage?"
"Guess so," he shrugged again, returning to his beer.
Grace let him be for the time being and had another drink. She waited for him to say something since he was the one that dragged her out. Randall however didn't know what he wanted to say. He really didn't want to talk about Anna anymore.
After awhile of silence Grace kicked him in the shin. He jumped. "Ow!"
"When you invite a girl out it's not cool to sit quietly and pout."
"I'm not pouting," he argued.
"Then what do you call it?"
"Sitting...quietly
"Pouting."
Randall broke into a smile and shook his head. He looked over at her. She was laughing at him. "Fine. I'll stop pouting."
"Thank you," she nodded. "Now, what's with the potty mouth?"
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"I think it's time to go home," Grace said, elbowing Randall.
"C'mon, one more."
"No. I think fifteen games of tic-tac-toe is plenty. You're drunk. Go home."
Randall sighed and reached for his wallet. "You okay to get home?"
"Yes. You should be more worried about yourself," she said, getting to her feet.
"Are you offering to take me home?" He glanced up at her.
Grace narrowed her eyes at him. "Were you just attempting to hit on me?"
He looked down at his money quickly. "No. I...I don't know."
She reached out and smacked him upside the head. Hard.
"Ow!!" He grabbed the back of his head. "What?!"
"Stop being stupid. You don't actually want to hit on me. You're completely Joanie Loves Chachie in love with your girlfriend, and you'd never cheat on her. ...It kinda makes me wanna throw up a little, really..." There was a pause before she went off again. "You're just upset and angry and drunk." She yanked him off the bar stool, once they had both paid, and pulled him towards the door. "And? You'd never go through with it anyway." She paused and thought for a moment. "Well, unless I got naked, because then you wouldn't be able to resist me."
Randall stopped with her and looked down at her, just piecing together her logic. "Huh?"
She pushed him out the door. "I can only argue for you for so long before my ego takes a hit."
"O...kay..."
"But I'm right, right?"
He sighed and nodded. In a million years he couldn't cheat on Anna. He didn't want to be with any woman but Anna. "Yeah, you're right."
"Of course I am." She led him to the side of the road and hailed a cab. When it pulled up she shoved him into it. "We went out, we drank, we had fun. Mission accomplished."
Randall settled into the cab and nodded. "Thanks Grace. Really."
She smiled. "You know it'll be okay, right?"
He looked down and gave a half nod, but didn't answer. "Night Grace." He reached for the cab door and pulled it shut, before leaning his head back and closing his eyes for the ride home.
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"Okay, I'm here, let the drinking commence."
Randall turned from where he sat on his stool and smiled at Grace. "I thought you were spending quality time with your brother?"
Grace shrugged and slid onto the stool beside him. "You're my friend, and you texted me in your time of need to come out and drink with you." She stole the shot that was put before him and downed it. "Besides, Wally had a work emergency."
"Right," he nodded.
"But I'm here for you," she beamed.
"By default."
"Default hot non-date is better than no hot non-date," she argued.
"Hot what?" He ordered two more shots and pushed one to her.
"Hot non-date. We're both hot and this isn't a date." She shrugged and took her shot.
Randall sighed. "Sure."
Grace held onto her shot and looked at him, tilting her head. "What's up CoCo Puff?"
He fiddled with a coaster for a moment before responding. "I exploded at my sister last night, and I feel like I could do it all over again."
She took her shot. "What about?"
"Everything." Randall shrugged and folded his hands together on top of the bar.
"Everything being..."
He shrugged. "Her, our dad...Anna."
"Ahh, yes. Has she called?"
Randall's jaw set and he shook his head. "Nope." He picked up his beer and drank from it.
"Diiiid...you try calling her yet?"
"No." He looked down into his glass. Thinking about everything with Anna was bringing the anger back, and he had really just wanted to go out and have a good night.
"Well...you know...stay positive. Or something."
"It really doesn't fucking matter to me," Randall bit quickly.
Grace's eyes widened. "Okay, we'll address the me not used to you cussing thing later. What happened to the mopey 'woe is me I'm a bad boyfriend' stuf?"
He raised his head to look her in the eye. "I'm over it. She's the one that left."
"Okay..." She watched him, starting to get concerned all over again. "So then...this is the anger stage?"
"Guess so," he shrugged again, returning to his beer.
Grace let him be for the time being and had another drink. She waited for him to say something since he was the one that dragged her out. Randall however didn't know what he wanted to say. He really didn't want to talk about Anna anymore.
After awhile of silence Grace kicked him in the shin. He jumped. "Ow!"
"When you invite a girl out it's not cool to sit quietly and pout."
"I'm not pouting," he argued.
"Then what do you call it?"
"Sitting...quietly
"Pouting."
Randall broke into a smile and shook his head. He looked over at her. She was laughing at him. "Fine. I'll stop pouting."
"Thank you," she nodded. "Now, what's with the potty mouth?"
***
"I think it's time to go home," Grace said, elbowing Randall.
"C'mon, one more."
"No. I think fifteen games of tic-tac-toe is plenty. You're drunk. Go home."
Randall sighed and reached for his wallet. "You okay to get home?"
"Yes. You should be more worried about yourself," she said, getting to her feet.
"Are you offering to take me home?" He glanced up at her.
Grace narrowed her eyes at him. "Were you just attempting to hit on me?"
He looked down at his money quickly. "No. I...I don't know."
She reached out and smacked him upside the head. Hard.
"Ow!!" He grabbed the back of his head. "What?!"
"Stop being stupid. You don't actually want to hit on me. You're completely Joanie Loves Chachie in love with your girlfriend, and you'd never cheat on her. ...It kinda makes me wanna throw up a little, really..." There was a pause before she went off again. "You're just upset and angry and drunk." She yanked him off the bar stool, once they had both paid, and pulled him towards the door. "And? You'd never go through with it anyway." She paused and thought for a moment. "Well, unless I got naked, because then you wouldn't be able to resist me."
Randall stopped with her and looked down at her, just piecing together her logic. "Huh?"
She pushed him out the door. "I can only argue for you for so long before my ego takes a hit."
"O...kay..."
"But I'm right, right?"
He sighed and nodded. In a million years he couldn't cheat on Anna. He didn't want to be with any woman but Anna. "Yeah, you're right."
"Of course I am." She led him to the side of the road and hailed a cab. When it pulled up she shoved him into it. "We went out, we drank, we had fun. Mission accomplished."
Randall settled into the cab and nodded. "Thanks Grace. Really."
She smiled. "You know it'll be okay, right?"
He looked down and gave a half nod, but didn't answer. "Night Grace." He reached for the cab door and pulled it shut, before leaning his head back and closing his eyes for the ride home.
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