couples_therapy | 57.5. Public gesture
57.5. (From Week 55) Make a public gesture to show your partner how you feel
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
‘Drunk’ didn’t even begin to cut it. Jason was blinded. Sloshed. Pissed. Tanked. You name it. He hadn’t been this drunk since that Mexico trip and he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone just why he got to that point again on his second trip to Austin in two days.
Catching up with Tyra had been a lot of fun. Moving on from the coffee shop in Austin where they met up to a bar seemed like a reasonable plan. What was a couple of drinks between friends? But soon they were daring each other to move further and further onto the stronger stuff. Just a couple of hours later, they had been into the hard shots, and Jason was well on his way to being totally off his face by this point. They laughed. A lot. They chatted about the old days in school and how things hadn’t turned out any way either of them expected them to, both deciding that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing at all.
The drunken conversation inevitably turned to Taylor, and Jason was drunk enough to fall into an immediate wave of gushy adoration for his girlfriend. Tyra was ear-bashed repeatedly with Jason’s slurred Texan drawl about how much he loved the young rookie cop and how determined he was to get the ring. The ring, which he was carrying around with him now and produced for Tyra’s perusal. Then, of course, the perusal of the whole population of the bar. Jason filched the Karaoke mic off another equally drunk guy (whom he also declared to love unconditionally) and told the crowded bar how much he loved Taylor MacKenzie and that he was going to marry her. When you’re drunk, you start believing you can do stupid things like take on the world or fly, so Jason had half the patronage urging him on and it somehow led to Jason deciding there and then on the spot that he was going to propose to Mac.
Tyra was quite drunk herself by this point and really had no qualms handing over her cell phone for Jason to make a call. She probably didn’t realise Jason meant propose right that minute. Not that he would’ve been coherent enough to listen if she protested, anyway. It took him over five minutes to actually get the phone working but even then he had to ask Tyra to dial the numbers because his hands were limited capacity sober… they were useless when he was pissed.
Jason waved his hand clumsily across the table. “Five six… no… six five… no, five two! Five two… eight… one… I mean, one... nine… four… eight,” he directed as Tyra shot him a groggy, exasperated look. First shot, it was a wrong number, so Jason tried another string of numbers which sounded right this time and took the phone back off Tyra. He had to use both palms to cup the device to his ear but a mechanical voicemail voice soon picked up and when he heard the tone for the message, his mouth ran away with him.
“Mac! Baby… sweet’art… b’tiful…” he slurred, hiccupping. “I jus’… jus’, ya’ know, I love ya’, yeah? Ya’ know that? Like… loads… more than loads. Ifnit… nifitiny loads… ya’ the best thing t’happen t’me ever an’ that’s like huge ‘cause I was gonna be fuckin’ awesome, ya’ know. Best QB in the damn country. Now m’jus’ kinda fucked… but I love ya’! An’ ya’ know what? I gotta ring…. I mean, I nearly didn’t, but then I jus’… well, I did… some dude was gonna buy it but I, ya’ know, I stopped ‘im and I was all ‘Tha’s Mac’s ring!’ and he didn’t… so I did…” He had to paused as the room spun a bit. “I said I loved ya’, yeah? ‘Cause I do. Loads. Tha’s bigger than lots… whole lotta love, that is… because I ain’t as fucked, ya’ know. I mean, I was, but I ain’t now, ‘cause ya’ know why? ‘Cause ya’ gonna marry me and th’still makes me awesome… So, will ya’? Mac? Can ya’ hear me? We’re gonna get married! ‘Cause I gotta ring… my ring s’in Austin… with me. M’in Austin with m’ring… your ring… tha’means we’re getting’ married! Mac? I love ya’, like loads. The, like f’ever deal, yeah?”
The phone call was abruptly ended when he fumbled the cell and dropped it in his lap. He punched the air with a loud shout of satisfaction and moved right back onto a fresh round of drinks. As far as his drunken brain was concerned, it all played out perfectly. Hung over and sober was likely going to be a whole other story, though the voicemail was now well and truly signed, sealed and delivered for posterity…
Tyra Collette [wannabeimprtant] & Taylor MacKenzie [comeswithcuffs] referenced with permission
Word Count | 798
[Follows THIS, THIS and THIS]
‘Drunk’ didn’t even begin to cut it. Jason was blinded. Sloshed. Pissed. Tanked. You name it. He hadn’t been this drunk since that Mexico trip and he wouldn’t be able to tell anyone just why he got to that point again on his second trip to Austin in two days.
Catching up with Tyra had been a lot of fun. Moving on from the coffee shop in Austin where they met up to a bar seemed like a reasonable plan. What was a couple of drinks between friends? But soon they were daring each other to move further and further onto the stronger stuff. Just a couple of hours later, they had been into the hard shots, and Jason was well on his way to being totally off his face by this point. They laughed. A lot. They chatted about the old days in school and how things hadn’t turned out any way either of them expected them to, both deciding that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing at all.
The drunken conversation inevitably turned to Taylor, and Jason was drunk enough to fall into an immediate wave of gushy adoration for his girlfriend. Tyra was ear-bashed repeatedly with Jason’s slurred Texan drawl about how much he loved the young rookie cop and how determined he was to get the ring. The ring, which he was carrying around with him now and produced for Tyra’s perusal. Then, of course, the perusal of the whole population of the bar. Jason filched the Karaoke mic off another equally drunk guy (whom he also declared to love unconditionally) and told the crowded bar how much he loved Taylor MacKenzie and that he was going to marry her. When you’re drunk, you start believing you can do stupid things like take on the world or fly, so Jason had half the patronage urging him on and it somehow led to Jason deciding there and then on the spot that he was going to propose to Mac.
Tyra was quite drunk herself by this point and really had no qualms handing over her cell phone for Jason to make a call. She probably didn’t realise Jason meant propose right that minute. Not that he would’ve been coherent enough to listen if she protested, anyway. It took him over five minutes to actually get the phone working but even then he had to ask Tyra to dial the numbers because his hands were limited capacity sober… they were useless when he was pissed.
Jason waved his hand clumsily across the table. “Five six… no… six five… no, five two! Five two… eight… one… I mean, one... nine… four… eight,” he directed as Tyra shot him a groggy, exasperated look. First shot, it was a wrong number, so Jason tried another string of numbers which sounded right this time and took the phone back off Tyra. He had to use both palms to cup the device to his ear but a mechanical voicemail voice soon picked up and when he heard the tone for the message, his mouth ran away with him.
“Mac! Baby… sweet’art… b’tiful…” he slurred, hiccupping. “I jus’… jus’, ya’ know, I love ya’, yeah? Ya’ know that? Like… loads… more than loads. Ifnit… nifitiny loads… ya’ the best thing t’happen t’me ever an’ that’s like huge ‘cause I was gonna be fuckin’ awesome, ya’ know. Best QB in the damn country. Now m’jus’ kinda fucked… but I love ya’! An’ ya’ know what? I gotta ring…. I mean, I nearly didn’t, but then I jus’… well, I did… some dude was gonna buy it but I, ya’ know, I stopped ‘im and I was all ‘Tha’s Mac’s ring!’ and he didn’t… so I did…” He had to paused as the room spun a bit. “I said I loved ya’, yeah? ‘Cause I do. Loads. Tha’s bigger than lots… whole lotta love, that is… because I ain’t as fucked, ya’ know. I mean, I was, but I ain’t now, ‘cause ya’ know why? ‘Cause ya’ gonna marry me and th’still makes me awesome… So, will ya’? Mac? Can ya’ hear me? We’re gonna get married! ‘Cause I gotta ring… my ring s’in Austin… with me. M’in Austin with m’ring… your ring… tha’means we’re getting’ married! Mac? I love ya’, like loads. The, like f’ever deal, yeah?”
The phone call was abruptly ended when he fumbled the cell and dropped it in his lap. He punched the air with a loud shout of satisfaction and moved right back onto a fresh round of drinks. As far as his drunken brain was concerned, it all played out perfectly. Hung over and sober was likely going to be a whole other story, though the voicemail was now well and truly signed, sealed and delivered for posterity…
Tyra Collette [wannabeimprtant] & Taylor MacKenzie [comeswithcuffs] referenced with permission
Word Count | 798