neoacidcreep

"Oh, woe is me!"  I say to no one.
No one is looking at me.  No one is talking to me.  No one is paying any attention to me.  They are all thinking I am too drunk to be coherent.  I allow them their indulgence.
In my favorite chair, pointed at my favorite corner.  I am secluded off.  I play up my drunkenness, start talking to a nearby plant about the socio-economic decline of post war Russia.  Loudly.  I take an exaggerated drag off my vodka.  Smacking my lips.  "Spider-plant?  Have I ever told you I love you?"  I wait for the plants reply.  "Well I do, spider-plant.  I love you so much, you have always been there for me!"  Hurling the last part over my shoulder at the party.
"Oh boy!"  She says sliding around the back of the chair and into my lap.  Throwing her arms wide around my neck.  "At it again I see."  She kisses my lips.
"Ah, my darling!  How I have missed you so!"  Getting up I place her on the floor and begin to spin her around.  I break into a little tango with her for a second.
"Oh, it's like that tonight, is it?"  She says looking at me from arms length.
"Oh, isn't it always me lady, isn't always."
She laughs.  "I love it when you are happy, how much have you had to drink?
I sit back down, grimace.  "Bah, one or two."  I chug from my bottle.
"You are insane, has anyone told you that?"  She lays across my lap.
"Once or twice, but never on Sundays, I don't work on Sundays...the Sabbath and all that jazz."
"Any big plans tonight, a hot date?"
"Ah, only you my dearest, only you.  I was hoping I could seduce you."
"Seduce me?"  She says with mock astonishment.
"...Or get you drunk enough to lower your standards."
She laughs again.  "Ever the romantic, you are."
"Romance is for virgins and lovestruck poets.  I, my dear, am painfully neither."  I jump up, knocking her to the ground.  Helping her up and turning to the party "Romance, babe, you want romance?"  I whisper.  "I love this girl, this girl right here!  I love her with my entire body and being!  She is perfect in every possible way!  I love her madly!  What's your name again sweetie?!"  I scream at the people, all looking at me aghast.
Laughing again, "Perhaps we should get out of here."
"Ah see, my powers of seduction are too much for you."  She grabs my sleeve and begins to drag me through the party.  "My vodka!?"  I am suddenly terrified.
"Leave it.  I'll get you more."  She's saying as she pushes me through the door.
"Goodnight all!"  I scream through the rapidly shutting door.  "Good people that lot of degenerates and drug-addicts."
"Hey!  Don't make fun, you are one of them, if not the worst."
"Well played lass."
We walk down the street.  I babble.  She listens.  The spring night is slightly cool, stripping off my jacket I hand it to her while discussing the benefits of ball sucking.  She wraps her small frame into my jacket.  I am overcome by her beauty and kiss her.  We stand there for several long seconds gazing into one another's eyes.  "I mean, a good ball licking just makes the orgasm that much better.  When a guy goes down on you you want him to pay attention to your whole vagina, right?  Of course.  Well I feel the same way about..."  I hear her sigh over my conversation piece, hopping to catch up with my strides.
We arrive at her door after some time and a little rough housing.  I wait for her to invite me in.  "Have I ever been here before?"
"Yes, yes you have."
"Hrmph, memory isn't what it used to be."
"That'll happen with the amount you drink, beer?"
I chuckle this time.  "No, never, never touch the stuff.  Alcohol is a tool of the Devil."
She comes out of the kitchen with two Buds already open, she hands me one.  "You can drop the act any time you want."
"Act?!"  Placing my hand on my chest and staring at her  in terror.  "Me, no, never.  This is just me being me."
"You talk too much."
"I do everything too much; I drink too much, I smoke too much, I talk too much, I think too much.  I think "too much" is my life's motto."
"Shush."  She kisses me.  I spin her and fall back on to her couch.  She's on top of me.  "That a roll of quarters or are you just happy to see me?"
"Did you really just use that line?  Have some self-respect, young lady!"  We kiss again.
"I am glad I went to the party."
"Why is that?  Get some young studs number?"
"Shut up."  She grinds her hips into me a little.  "If you spend the night will you stay until morning?"
"Well that depends on one's definition of morning."
"Like until I have to goto work."
"What time is work?"
"I have to be in at 2."
"P.M.?"
"Uh huh."
"No no no, much too late."
"I hate when you leave before I wake-up... makes me feel cheap ...and, you know, a little used."
"Oh darling, I could never use you."
"Stop talking like that mister!"
"Hehe, you sound like my mother."
"I feel like you need another one most of the time..."
"I need a stronger drink, is what I need."
"Seriously, will you stay the whole night please."  Her eyes were glistening as though she were about to cry.
"How could I say no to that face."
"So you will stay!?"  The tears replaced by joy.
"Yes."
"Promise?!"
"Yea, I fucking promise."  I am getting pissed off.  "Why the sudden urge for me to stay?"
"Well, honestly, I know you fool around with other girls.  I don't really like it but you are open and honest about it and when you are with me you are only with me, and I like that.  It's just the mornings that are the hardest thing to deal with when it comes to you."
"Whaddaya mean?"
"Well you always disappear at like 4 a.m., and then you are gone for a few days,or weeks, and then you pop back up again as if no time has passed."  I stare at her trying to get more of the story.  "...It makes me feel like a ...booty-call.  Like you don't enjoy being with me and all you can do is try to get out of here as soon as possible.  Honestly, how long do you wait around after I fall asleep?"
"...Well it depends, a couple times I'll try to sleep for like an hour and then leave cause it ain't happening, other times I wait till I hear you start breathing deeply, smoke a cig and bounce, and then other times I will pass out for a few hours, get up and leave.  It's not like I just stare at the clock or anything."
She places her head on my chest.  "I always sleep the best when you are next to me."
"This sounds like the start of a boyfriend/girlfriend talk."
"I am not going to force you to do anything, no ultimatums from me.  I do want this to be a ...little more formal, but I can wait a little longer for you to realize how amazing I am."  She giggles at her own joke.
"I already know how amazing you are."  I fold my arm around her back and start rubbing her head.  "It's actually why I think you are a little retarded, I mean, really, me?  Are you slumming it or do you actually believe I am good enough for you, either way, little touched in the ole noggin', you ask me."
"You are an ass."  She says burying herself deeper into my body's warmth.
"...So...wanna fuck around?"
"Wow, the three words that every girl waits to hear, 'Wanna fuck around'?  Don't you have any tact?"
"...So that's a 'no' then, right?"
"Ugh.  I want to...but I can't, I am on my period."
"...Your mouth isn't..."
"Did you just say that?!"  She looks straight at me.
I start laughing, hard.  "Wanna go into your bed or want me to grab a blank for out here?"
"Let's go into my bedroom." 
We strip down into some sort of bed clothes.  I end up just in my jeans.  We lay down and she starts to make-out with me, she starts heading down to my crotch.  I pull her up.  "No, it's OK.  I enjoy your company enough that we don't have to fool around, we can just goto sleep, and I will be here when you wake up."
She looks shocked.  She kisses me on the cheek and rest her head on my chest.  "I can hear your heart."
I talk for a few minutes about life and such until I feel her drift off.  I stare at the ceiling for the next 9 hours while  she sleeps.  I smoke and stare.  Stare and smoke.